Luyện nghe bài hát Puffin On Blunts And Drankin Tanqueray

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

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

I got my nigga ready to wreck some shit, yo
You know what 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 girl
Yeah, the lyrical murderer's in here
Yo, my nigga Glove the boards
Yo, dropping that funky-ass line, yeah

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

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

Running the 9-3, you know,
But right now
There's a little freestyle session going on, in the
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 know what I'm Ha, ha, ha

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

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

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

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 eyes of the beedie, from Tahiti

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

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, to dusk
A busta you been fuckin' on drugs
And alcohol back off, all a y'all up against the

Spread 'em, go get 'em and
'em and stuff 'em, cold 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 to rock
Yeah, rock on bad self
(Rage)
Rock on witcha bad
(Rage)
Rock on bad self
(Rage)
Rock on bad self

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 came around
So back up off my nuts and stop 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
the niggas hang around
So I 'em up and hit 'em up
the motherfuckin' Dogg 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 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 from the that be kickin' the gangsta shit bitch

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

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

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

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

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

Wrecks, I murderous rhymes to leave you all dead
What is all said it's 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, rhymer
Dramas what your kickin', is how I'm a
Approach ya, the locster, who's quick to up and ya

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

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 ass to give respect mine

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

Hell,
You niggaz can't fade shit, you know what I'm sayin'?
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 niggaz can't fuck this
So even try it

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