Luyện nghe bài hát Puffin On Blunts And Drankin Tanqueray

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

Wreckin' you know what I'm sayin'?
is Dr. Dre in the motherfuckin' house
Yo, I got my in the house
The Dogg 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 up on that ass
Yeah, what's in here?

My girl Rage, I said my home girl Rage
Yeah, the lyrical motherfuckin' in here
Yo, my nigga Glove the boards
Yo, dropping that bass line, yeah

You know, you know a lot of punk-ass niggaz out there
A lot of punk-ass bitches out
Yo, you wanna write
Yo, nigga Eazy-E, he's a punk-ass 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 didn't forget you, beatch!
Really though, yo, Death in the motherfuckin' house

Running the 9-3, you know,
But right now
a little freestyle session going on, in the studio
We just back gettin' fucked up and all

You know, puffin on a few
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 shit G

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

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

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

Voice of the will blow, chills up ya spine that's ill slow
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 the left, tryin' to start a mess
Tryin' to fuss, tryin' to raise a ruckus, huh
end up ashes to ashes, dusk to dusk
A busta you musta been on drugs
And alcohol off, all a y'all up against the wall

Spread 'em, 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
with a cherry on top

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

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

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 young ass mack daddy
In a caddy-haddy, not known about the
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 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 don't drink no fuckin'
I drink the O.G., Olde E
I'm from the click that be kickin' the shit bitch

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

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

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

Motherfucker, you know I'm stranded on the row?
I take a look into the crowd, kick a 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, from the D-O G
P-O-U-N-D, Pound so bow-bow marks
The the start, when the chronic gets sparked
I'm [unverified], rough and rugged
'Cause I'm like baldhead

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

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

You're lookin' like a smoka, grinnin' like the
I yolk ya from da 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 Pound
Fools tried to me when I was young 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 mine

Fool, Deatrow ain't lynchin' and the Pound mobbin'
We all don't give a fuck run in your crib and start
Throbbin', I'll break a nigga in the 90's
at the Pound with 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 house
The Dogg Pound's definetly in here, you what I'm sayin'?
And, ay, yo, yo, yo, yo, yo, you niggaz fuck with this
So even try it

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