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
a punk-ass nigga
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 homeboys in the
The Pound's definitely in here, yeah

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

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

You know, you know there's a lot of niggaz out there
A lot of bitches out there
Yo, you write 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 what I'm sayin'?
Oh, oh, oh Luke, I didn't about you, beatch!
Really though, yo, Death in the motherfuckin' house

the 9-3, you know, yeah
But about 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 definitely in the
You know what I'm 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 from now and all days
As long as the sun
As long as on the dime

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 keep quackin'

Hands that are clappin', end up
Under the heat, the from the one that's deffer
ruler will 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 in ya mind drop a yo
in the front but you be kicked through the back door
For tryin' to step, to come incorrect

Tryin' to play the left, tryin' to start a
Tryin' to cause fuss, tryin' to a ruckus, huh
You'll end up ashes to ashes, to dusk
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, cold shed 'em let 'em
Not a word, not another one
If you try you die, visions blurred, slurred
Served a cherry on top

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

Yo, I'm Dat Daz who packs a tre-8 slug
A nigga from the hood and the pound gives love
Yo, see niggas wanna be but never came around
So back up off my nuts and stop sweatin' the

You see get broke 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
Where the niggas around
So I 'em up and hit 'em up
With the Dogg Pound

I'm rough and rugged and up to the dirt
I'm from the 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 don't no fuckin' V-S-O-P
I drink the O.G., Olde E
I'm from the that be kickin' the gangsta shit bitch

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

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

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

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

Outlasted did dirt the day
Betray, the roll of a G, from the D-O 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 already
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 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' like the
I ya from da back like a bitch talkin' shit
But a bitch ain't shit, 'cause a ain't shit
But a ho and trick on my

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

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

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

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