Luyện nghe bài hát Puffin On Blunts And Drankin Tanqueray

Yeah, yeah, yeah, yo, yo, let's do shit
Ha, ha, I thought I a puddy tat
a punk-ass nigga
Yo, yea, yo, Death Row's in the house

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

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

My girl Rage, I said my home girl Rage
Yeah, the lyrical murderer's in here
Yo, my nigga Glove behind the
Yo, dropping that funky-ass line, yeah

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

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

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

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

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

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

Yo, I'll be kickin' the
One for ya mind, your soul, your body
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 deffer
Egyptian ruler call me Cleo or Nefertiti, yes indeed
Got the of the beedie, body from Tahiti

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

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

Spread 'em, 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, visions blurred, slurred
Served with a on top

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

Yo, I'm Dat Nigga Daz who a tre-8 slug
A nigga from the hood and the pound gives love
Yo, see niggas wanna be down but came around
So back up off my and stop sweatin' the pound

You see niggas get 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 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 to the dirt
I'm from the Dogg Pound nigga so I'm in work
I'm no joke, who the fuck you to provoke
(1-8-7)

cool, how his ass got smoked?
I don't drink no fuckin'
I drink the motherfuckin' O.G., E
I'm from the click that be kickin' the gangsta bitch

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

Know what? The Pounds in the house
Back again we try to get as we kin
Dr. Dre be kickin' phat and produce and kick shit
I gets more than Beetlejuice

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

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

Outlasted did dirt the 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 gets sparked
I'm like [unverified], and rugged
'Cause I'm like baldhead

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

One of my idols ain't no so why in the fuck should I be
Fly me to the Bahamas, ruff
what your kickin', wicked is how I'm a
Approach ya, the locster, quick to up and smoke ya

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

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

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

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

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