Luyện nghe bài hát Puffin On Blunts And Drankin Tanqueray

Yeah, yeah, yeah, yo, yo, let's do shit
Ha, ha, I thought I a puddy tat
Youse a nigga
Yo, yea, yo, Row's in the motherfuckin' house

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

I got my nigga Kurupt 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 girl Rage, I said my home girl Rage
Yeah, the lyrical motherfuckin' murderer's in
Yo, my nigga behind the boards
Yo, dropping that bass line, yeah

You know, you know there's a lot of punk-ass out there
A lot of punk-ass out there
Yo, you write names?
Yo, that nigga Eazy-E, he's a punk-ass bitch, really

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

Running the 9-3, you know,
But about now
There's a little freestyle session going on, in the
We just kickin' gettin' fucked up and all

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

I'm feelin' it, baby, I'm feelin' it, really though
So a, right about now, aiyyo
Yo Rage, yo run shit G

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

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

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

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

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

Spread 'em, go get 'em and
Cuff 'em and stuff 'em, cold shed 'em let 'em
Not a word, not one heard
If you try you die, visions blurred, slurred
Served a cherry on top

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

Yo, I'm Dat Nigga Daz who packs a tre-8
A true nigga from the hood and the gives love
Yo, see wanna be down but never came around
So back up off my nuts and stop the pound

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 this ass mack daddy
In a caddy-haddy, not known the city
Where the niggas hang
So I 'em up and hit 'em up
With the motherfuckin' Pound

I'm rough and rugged and up to the dirt
I'm from the Dogg Pound nigga so I'm 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 the gangsta shit bitch

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

Know what? The Pounds in the motherfuckin'
Back we try to get high as we kin
Dr. Dre be kickin' phat rhymes and and kick shit
I gets more than Beetlejuice

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

Motherfucker, you know I'm stranded on the row?
I take a look into the crowd, kick a style a
I'm mashin', get murdered for action
Relax kid, you're rollin' with a assasin'

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

Wrecks, I flex murderous rhymes to you all dead
What said is all said already spoke
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 your kickin', wicked is how I'm a
Approach ya, the locster, quick to up and smoke ya

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

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

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

Hell,
You niggaz can't fade this shit, you know I'm sayin'?
Row's in the motherfuckin' house
The Dogg Pound's definetly in here, you 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
'Cause you can't fuck with
See ya