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 punk-ass
Yo, yea, yo, Death Row's in the motherfuckin'

shit you know what I'm sayin'?
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 what else I got in the house?
Yo, so step up on that ass
Yeah, what's in here?

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

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

Yo, nigga Tim M-U-T, he's 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 right now
There's a freestyle session going on, in the studio
We just kickin' back gettin' up and all

You know, on a few blunts
Drinkin' a bit of that Tanqueray, Tanqueray
Yeah, Tanqueray's 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 now, aiyyo Rage
Yo Rage, yo run that G

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

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

Hands that are clappin', end up
the heat, the pressure from the one that's deffer
Egyptian ruler will me Cleo or Nefertiti, yes indeed
Got the eyes of the beedie, body from

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

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

'em, dogs go get 'em and
Cuff 'em and stuff 'em, shed 'em don't let 'em
Not a word, not one heard
If you try you die, visions blurred, slurred
with a cherry on top

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

Yo, I'm Dat Nigga Daz who packs a slug
A true from the hood and the pound gives love
Yo, see niggas wanna be down but never 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 this young ass daddy
In a caddy-haddy, not known the city
the niggas hang around
So I 'em up and hit 'em up
With the motherfuckin' Pound

I'm rough and rugged and up till to the
I'm from the Dogg Pound nigga so I'm puttin' in
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 click be kickin' the gangsta shit bitch

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

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

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

Motherfucker, don't you know I'm on the row?
I take a look into the crowd, kick a style a
I'm mashin', motherfuckers get for action
kid, you're rollin' with a fuckin' assasin'

Outlasted did dirt the day
Betray, the of a G, from the D-O double G
P-O-U-N-D, so bow-bow 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 is the dead, I ain't no fuckin' joke
I murder as a hobby

One of my idols no joke so why in the fuck should I be
Fly me to the Bahamas, rhymer
Dramas your kickin', wicked is how I'm a
Approach ya, the locster, quick to up and smoke ya

lookin' like a smoka, grinnin' like the joker
I yolk ya from da back like a 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 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 and the Pound ain't mobbin'
We all don't a fuck run in your crib and start robbin'
Throbbin', I'll break a nigga in the 90's
Maxin' at the Pound with my is where you'll find me

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