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, Death Row's in the motherfuckin'

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

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

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

You know, you know a lot of punk-ass niggaz out there
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, he's a beatch, beeatch!
Ha ha, you know I'm sayin'?
Oh, oh, oh Luke, I didn't forget you, beatch!
Really though, yo, Death in the motherfuckin' house

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

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

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

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

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

Hands 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, 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 front but you be kicked through the door
For to step, tryin' to come incorrect

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

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

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

Yo, I'm Dat Nigga Daz who packs a slug
A true nigga from the hood and the pound gives
Yo, see niggas wanna be down but never came
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 young ass mack daddy
In a caddy-haddy, not about the city
Where the niggas around
So I 'em up and hit 'em up
the motherfuckin' Dogg Pound

I'm rough and rugged and up till to the
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)

It's cool, how his ass got
I drink no fuckin' V-S-O-P
I drink the motherfuckin' O.G., E
I'm the click that be kickin' the gangsta shit bitch

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

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

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

Motherfucker, don't you know I'm stranded on the
I take a look into the crowd, kick a style a
I'm mashin', motherfuckers get 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 the start, when the chronic gets sparked
I'm like [unverified], rough and
'Cause I'm like baldhead

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 ain't no joke so why in the fuck I be
Fly me to the Bahamas, ruff
Dramas your kickin', wicked is how I'm a
ya, the locster, who's quick to up and smoke ya

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

Flip, take 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 mine

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

Hell,
You can't fade this shit, you know what I'm sayin'?
Death Row's in the house
The Dogg definetly in here, you know 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 fuck this
See ya