Luyện nghe bài hát Puffin On Blunts And Drankin Tanqueray

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

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

I got my Kurupt ready to wreck some shit, yo
You know what else I got in the
Yo, so diggi-Daz up on that ass
Yeah, what's in here?

My home girl Rage, I my home girl Rage
Yeah, the motherfuckin' murderer's in here
Yo, my nigga Glove the boards
Yo, that funky-ass bass line, yeah

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

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

the 9-3, you know, yeah
But about now
There's a little freestyle session going on, in the
We just kickin' back fucked 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

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

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

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

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

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

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

'em, dogs go get 'em and
Cuff 'em and 'em, cold shed 'em don't let 'em
Not a word, not another one
If you try you die, blurred, speech slurred
Served with a on top

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

Yo, I'm Dat Nigga Daz who a tre-8 slug
A true nigga from the hood and the gives love
Yo, see niggas 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 young ass daddy
In a caddy-haddy, not known about the
Where the niggas hang
So I 'em up and hit 'em up
With the motherfuckin' Dogg

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

It's cool, how his ass got
I don't drink no fuckin'
I drink the O.G., Olde E
I'm from the click that be kickin' the shit bitch

niggas, real G'z with real big dicks
I hit 'em up the Pound
So what you throw up
your cocaine 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 and produce and kick shit
I gets more wicked than

Motherfuckers get battered, so
Before I keep ya hostage a nigga hostage like the reaper
So I'm comin' from my hood, 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', motherfuckers get murdered for
Relax kid, you're rollin' with a assasin'

Outlasted did the other day
Betray, the of a G, from the D-O double G
P-O-U-N-D, Pound so bow-bow motherfuckin'
The execute the start, when the chronic sparked
I'm [unverified], rough and rugged
I'm like baldhead [unverified]

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

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

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

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

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

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

Stay in the all you want, stay in the studio all you want
'Cause you fuck with this
See ya