Luyện nghe bài hát Puffin On Blunts And Drankin Tanqueray

Yeah, yeah, yeah, yo, yo, let's do this
Ha, ha, I I thaw a puddy tat
Youse a nigga
Yo, yea, yo, Death in the motherfuckin' house

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

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

My home girl Rage, I said my home girl
Yeah, the lyrical motherfuckin' in here
Yo, my Glove behind the boards
Yo, dropping that funky-ass 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 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 forget about you, beatch!
Really though, yo, Death 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, definitely in the house
You what I'm sayin'? Ha, ha, ha

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

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

Yo, be kickin' 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 ducks keep

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

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, to come incorrect

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

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

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

Yo, I'm Dat Nigga Daz who packs a tre-8
A true nigga the hood and the pound gives love
Yo, see niggas wanna be but never came around
So back up off my nuts and stop 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 niggas 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 to provoke
(1-8-7)

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

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

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

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

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

Outlasted did the other day
Betray, the roll of a G, 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 [unverified], rough and rugged
'Cause I'm baldhead [unverified]

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 as a hobby

One of my ain't no joke so why in the fuck should I be
Fly me to the Bahamas, rhymer
Dramas what your kickin', 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 da back like a bitch talkin' shit
But a ain't shit, 'cause a bitch ain't shit
But a ho and on my dick

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

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

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

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