Luyện nghe bài hát Puffin On Blunts And Drankin Tanqueray

Yeah, yeah, yeah, yo, yo, do this shit
Ha, ha, I I thaw a puddy tat
Youse a punk-ass
Yo, yea, yo, Death Row's in the motherfuckin'

shit you know what I'm sayin'?
This is Dr. Dre in the house
Yo, I got my homeboys in the
The Dogg Pound's definitely in here,

I got my nigga ready to wreck some shit, yo
You know what I got in the house?
Yo, so step up on that ass
Yeah, what's in here?

My home girl Rage, I said my home Rage
Yeah, the lyrical motherfuckin' murderer's in
Yo, my nigga Glove behind the
Yo, dropping that funky-ass line, yeah

You know, you know a lot of punk-ass niggaz out there
A lot of punk-ass out there
Yo, you wanna names?
Yo, that nigga Eazy-E, a punk-ass bitch, really though

Yo, that nigga Tim M-U-T, a punk-ass beatch, beeatch!
Ha ha, you know what I'm
Oh, oh, oh Luke, I didn't forget you, beatch!
Really though, yo, Row's in the motherfuckin' house

the 9-3, you know, yeah
But right now
There's a little session going on, in the studio
We just kickin' back gettin' up and all

You know, on a few blunts
Drinkin' a little bit of that Tanqueray,
Yeah, definitely in the house
You know what I'm Ha, ha, ha

'Cause I'm feelin' it, baby, I'm feelin' it, though
So a, right now, aiyyo Rage
Yo Rage, yo run that G

All ways and forever, and all ways
The rhythm will from now and through all days
As as the sun shines
As long as Eisenours on the

Yo, I'll be kickin' the
One for ya mind, your soul, your body
D O G's on the side of me, as E & J, hard as Bacardi
Smackin' those and ducks keep quackin'

Hands that are clappin', end up
Under the heat, the pressure the one that's deffer
Egyptian ruler call me Cleo or Nefertiti, yes indeed
Got the eyes of the beedie, body from

Voice of the lyrics blow, chills up ya spine that's ill slow
All thoughts in ya mind a yo
in the front but you be kicked through the back door
For tryin' to step, tryin' to incorrect

Tryin' to play the left, to start a mess
Tryin' to fuss, tryin' to raise a ruckus, huh
end up ashes to ashes, dusk to dusk
A busta you musta been on drugs
And back off, all a y'all up against the wall

'em, dogs go get 'em and
Cuff 'em and stuff 'em, shed 'em don't let 'em
Not a word, not one heard
If you try you die, visions blurred, speech
Served a cherry on top

in effect, I just begun to rock
Yeah, on witcha bad self
(Rage)
Rock on witcha bad
(Rage)
Rock on bad self
(Rage)
on witcha bad self

Yo, I'm Dat Daz who packs a tre-8 slug
A true nigga the hood and the pound gives love
Yo, see niggas wanna be down but came around
So back up off my nuts and stop sweatin' the

You see niggas get broke off 1, 2, 3
I'm the D-A to the
(D-A-to the)
to the Z

Now G'z pay attention to young ass mack daddy
In a caddy-haddy, not known about the
Where the hang around
So I 'em up and hit 'em up
the motherfuckin' Dogg Pound

I'm rough and rugged and up till to the
I'm from the Dogg nigga so I'm puttin' in work
I'm no joke, who the fuck you tryin' to
(1-8-7)

cool, how his ass got smoked?
I don't drink no V-S-O-P
I drink the O.G., Olde E
I'm from the click that be kickin' the gangsta bitch

Real niggas, real G'z with real big
I hit 'em up with the
So what you wanna up
Claimin' your or cavi when you blow up

Know what? The in the motherfuckin' house
Back again we try to get as we kin
Dr. Dre be kickin' phat rhymes and produce and kick
I gets more wicked Beetlejuice

Motherfuckers get battered, so
Before I keep ya a nigga hostage like the grim reaper
So I'm from my hood, what hood
You really to know motherfucker I thought you knew

Motherfucker, don't you know I'm on the row?
I take a look into the crowd, kick a a flow
I'm mashin', get murdered for action
Relax kid, you're rollin' with a fuckin'

Outlasted did dirt the day
Betray, the roll of a G, the D-O double G
P-O-U-N-D, Pound so bow-bow motherfuckin'
The execute the start, the chronic gets sparked
I'm like [unverified], and rugged
'Cause I'm like [unverified]

Wrecks, I murderous rhymes to leave you all dead
What said is all said it's already
The dead is the dead, I ain't no fuckin'
I murder motherfuckers as a

One of my idols no joke so why in the fuck should I be
Fly me to the Bahamas, rhymer
Dramas what your kickin', is how I'm a
ya, the locster, who's quick to up and smoke ya

You're lookin' like a smoka, like the joker
I yolk ya from da back like a bitch shit
But a bitch ain't shit, 'cause a bitch ain't
But a ho and on my dick

Flip, let's take a trip to the Dogg
tried to punk me when I was young but I'm a hog now
And I gets respect and I with a tec 9
Ready to put somethin' up in that ass to give mine

Fool, Deatrow ain't lynchin' and the Pound mobbin'
We all don't give a fuck run in your crib and robbin'
Throbbin', I'll break a down in the 90's
at the Pound with my doggs is where you'll find me

Hell,
You niggaz can't fade this shit, you what I'm sayin'?
Row's in the motherfuckin' house
The Dogg definetly in here, you know what I'm sayin'?
And, ay, yo, yo, yo, yo, yo, you can't fuck with this
So even try it

Stay in the all you want, stay in the studio all you want
you can't fuck with this
See ya