Luyện nghe bài hát Pound 4 Pound

Still on my west coast riphop
King click mobsters are mile in cannabis copters
Ha ha Lets come on

Round for round its goin down in the (its goin down)
Pound for pound we em down (burn em down Burn em down)
for pound we light em up in the compound
Round for round we burn em down (always chronic)

This beat is no
Break out the candles and
And flowers fuck a
Its a bath
Crack another wrap
And grab the bag
Fuck a pack
This shits about to go like bagdad
Waving rags ill be flying the weed flag
kottonmouth never buy shit we ship sacks
started the zigzags moved up to hash bags
now we at the compound raps
so we stacks

we always stackin
on the top you I got em
we always packin
back and you know I pop em
and when they em
we em out until we squash em
I puff I choke
Eyes low they call me
Blazing on this indo
Im all out
Got some flavor from the west
on these tracks like a lowrider
Bounce an ounce
Do it so they see me when I roll
I let em

Round for round its goin down in the compound (its down)
for pound we burn em down (burn em down Burn em down)
Pound for we light em up in the compound
Round for round we burn em down (always chronic)

My fingers got and
Its crazy shit
Its fucking crazy
Stoner truck of the shit
Never call my bitch
My trigger fingers got an
I got a wood bat swinging on the pitch
Inside screw packing and im cracking it
I got a loose screw someone cut my chords
Im flying down the road on my dashboard
Driving off a cliff on a fat spliff
man I guess these haters finally got their wish

Smokes billowing the neighborhoods
The kings is in the fucking
ounce about to crack
Most fat give it all up give me that
You dont to not give me that
When Im at home play go flat
the Force of the bat home run
Check mate energy thick the belly of all of the partying
All of the that we went thru to keep this shit poppin
You better it wont stop
Retarded to think we dont that was you
you better believe me we rockin
forever the will power the sound
we do it or die

for round its goin down in the compound (its goin down)
Pound for pound we burn em down (burn em down em down)
Pound for pound we em up in the compound
Round for round we burn em (always smoking chronic)

the bomb packing the chronic
All the smoking the best
it fresh snappin the bong
Yeah the bong
Look at my bag rolling the
Burnin em til it gone
up my steez rockin it down
Sagging my we keepin it west

We still ride or die packing loads in pipes
Twistin grips on
up and burning mikes
Say what you hope your names no on my doc
strings out of sight
Blinded by the light
Let the dogs out unleash em on your
Air force one im flying higher the president
Yes im sent
Burnin holy
7 deadly sins that I wont repent

I wont repent me neither
My be the fajita
That all the hungry want to eat up
I up the track
Sit up pop it up to another
To another year lick fear
Shut up take it on
All of the clear

for round its goin down in the compound (its goin down)
Pound for pound we burn em down (burn em down em down)
Pound for we light em up in the compound
Round for round we burn em down (always chronic)

RED FOX