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 house

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

I got my nigga Kurupt ready to wreck shit, yo
You what else I got in the house?
Yo, so diggi-Daz step up on ass
Yeah, guess in here?

My home girl Rage, I said my home Rage
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 write
Yo, that nigga Eazy-E, he's a bitch, really though

Yo, that nigga Tim M-U-T, a punk-ass beatch, beeatch!
Ha ha, you what I'm sayin'?
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 about now
a little freestyle session going on, in the studio
We just kickin' back gettin' up and all

You know, puffin on a few
Drinkin' a bit of that Tanqueray, Tanqueray
Yeah, Tanqueray's definitely in the
You what I'm sayin'? 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 and forever, 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 the rhyme
One time for ya mind, your soul, your
D O G's on the of me, smooth 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 that's
Egyptian ruler will call me Cleo or Nefertiti, yes
Got the of the beedie, body from Tahiti

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

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

'em, dogs go get 'em and
Cuff 'em and stuff 'em, 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, rock on witcha bad
(Rage)
on witcha bad self
(Rage)
Rock on witcha bad
(Rage)
on witcha bad self

Yo, I'm Dat Nigga Daz who a tre-8 slug
A true nigga the hood and the pound gives love
Yo, see niggas wanna be but never came around
So back up off my and stop sweatin' 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 hang around
So I 'em up and hit 'em up
With the motherfuckin' Pound

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

One of my ain't 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
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 talkin' shit
But a ain't shit, 'cause a bitch ain't shit
But a ho and on my dick

Flip, let's a trip 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
Ready to put somethin' up in that ass to give respect

Fool, Deatrow ain't lynchin' and the ain't mobbin'
We all don't give a fuck run in your and start robbin'
Throbbin', break a nigga down in the 90's
Maxin' at the Pound with my is where you'll 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 know I'm sayin'?
And, ay, yo, yo, yo, yo, yo, you can't fuck with this
So even try it

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