Luyện nghe bài hát Puffin On Blunts And Drankin Tanqueray

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

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

I got my nigga Kurupt ready to wreck 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 said my girl Rage
Yeah, the lyrical motherfuckin' in here
Yo, my nigga Glove behind the
Yo, dropping that 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 Eazy-E, he's a punk-ass bitch, really though

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

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

You know, puffin on a few
a little bit of that Tanqueray, Tanqueray
Yeah, definitely in the house
You know I'm sayin'? Ha, ha, ha

'Cause I'm feelin' it, baby, I'm feelin' it, though
So a, right about now, aiyyo
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 on the dime

Yo, be kickin' the rhyme
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 pressure from the one deffer
Egyptian ruler will call me or Nefertiti, yes indeed
Got the of the beedie, body from Tahiti

Voice of the will blow, chills up ya spine that's ill slow
All in ya mind drop 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 a mess
Tryin' to cause fuss, to raise a ruckus, huh
You'll end up ashes to ashes, to dusk
A busta you musta fuckin' on drugs
And alcohol back off, all a up against the wall

'em, dogs 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, speech
Served with a on top

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

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

You see get broke off like 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 about the city
Where the niggas hang
So I 'em up and hit 'em up
With the 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 drink no fuckin' V-S-O-P
I drink the motherfuckin' O.G., E
I'm from the click that be kickin' the gangsta shit

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

Know The Pounds in the motherfuckin' house
Back again we try to get as we kin
Dr. Dre be phat rhymes 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 like to know motherfucker I thought you knew

Motherfucker, don't you I'm stranded 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 with a fuckin' assasin'

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

Wrecks, I murderous rhymes to leave you all dead
said is all said it's already spoke
The dead is the dead, I no fuckin' joke
I murder motherfuckers as a

One of my idols ain't no joke so why in the should I be
Fly me to the Bahamas, rhymer
Dramas what kickin', wicked is how I'm a
Approach ya, the locster, who's quick to up and ya

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

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 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 give a fuck run in your crib and start robbin'
Throbbin', break a nigga down in the 90's
Maxin' at the Pound with my doggs is where you'll me

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

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