Luyện nghe bài hát Puffin On Blunts And Drankin Tanqueray

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

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

I got my nigga Kurupt ready to some shit, yo
You know what else I got in the
Yo, so step up on that ass
Yeah, guess what's in

My home girl Rage, I said my home girl
Yeah, the lyrical motherfuckin' in here
Yo, my nigga behind the boards
Yo, dropping that funky-ass bass line,

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Hands that are clappin', end up
Under the heat, the from the one that's deffer
Egyptian ruler will call me 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 drop a yo
Came in the front but you be through the back door
For tryin' to step, tryin' to come

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

Spread 'em, 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 with a on top

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

Yo, I'm Dat Nigga Daz who a tre-8 slug
A true nigga the hood and the pound gives love
Yo, see niggas be down but never 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 to this young ass mack daddy
In a caddy-haddy, not known the city
the niggas hang around
So I 'em up and hit 'em up
With the motherfuckin' Pound

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

cool, how his ass got smoked?
I drink no fuckin' V-S-O-P
I the motherfuckin' 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 the Pound
So what you throw up
your cocaine or cavi when you blow up

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

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

Motherfucker, don't you know I'm stranded on the
I take a into the crowd, kick a style a flow
I'm mashin', get murdered for action
Relax kid, you're rollin' a fuckin' assasin'

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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