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
a punk-ass nigga
Yo, yea, yo, Death Row's in the house

Wreckin' shit you what I'm sayin'?
is Dr. Dre in the motherfuckin' house
Yo, I got my homeboys in the
The Pound's definitely 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 motherfuckin' murderer's in here
Yo, my nigga Glove the boards
Yo, dropping that funky-ass bass line,

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

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

the 9-3, you know, yeah
But about now
There's a little freestyle session going on, in the
We kickin' back gettin' fucked 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 about now, aiyyo
Yo Rage, yo run shit G

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

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

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

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

to play the left, tryin' to start a mess
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 up against the wall

Spread 'em, go get 'em and
Cuff 'em and stuff 'em, cold shed 'em let 'em
Not a word, not one heard
If you try you die, blurred, speech slurred
with a cherry on top

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

Yo, I'm Dat Nigga Daz who packs a tre-8
A true nigga from the and the pound gives love
Yo, see niggas wanna be down but never around
So up off my nuts 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 this young ass mack
In a caddy-haddy, not about the city
the niggas hang around
So I 'em up and hit 'em up
With the motherfuckin' Dogg

I'm and rugged and up till to the dirt
I'm from the Dogg Pound so I'm puttin' in work
I'm no joke, who the fuck you to provoke
(1-8-7)

It's cool, how his ass got
I don't drink no fuckin'
I the motherfuckin' O.G., Olde E
I'm from the click that be kickin' the gangsta shit

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

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

Motherfuckers get battered, so
Before I keep ya hostage a nigga hostage like the grim
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
Relax kid, you're rollin' with a fuckin'

did dirt the other day
Betray, the of a G, from the D-O double G
P-O-U-N-D, Pound so motherfuckin' marks
The execute the start, when the chronic sparked
I'm like [unverified], rough and
'Cause I'm like [unverified]

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

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

Flip, let's take a trip to the Dogg
Fools to punk me when 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 that ass to give respect

Fool, Deatrow ain't lynchin' and the Pound mobbin'
We all don't give a run in your crib and start robbin'
Throbbin', I'll a nigga down in the 90's
Maxin' at the Pound with my doggs is 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 definetly in here, you know what 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