Luyện nghe bài hát Puffin On Blunts And Drankin Tanqueray

Yeah, yeah, yeah, yo, yo, let's do shit
Ha, ha, I thought I a puddy tat
Youse a nigga
Yo, yea, yo, Death Row's in the house

Wreckin' shit you know I'm sayin'?
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 ready to wreck some shit, yo
You know else I got in the house?
Yo, so diggi-Daz up on that ass
Yeah, guess what's in

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

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

Yo, that nigga Tim M-U-T, a punk-ass beatch, beeatch!
Ha ha, you know 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 kickin' back gettin' fucked up and all

You know, puffin on a few
Drinkin' a little bit of that Tanqueray,
Yeah, Tanqueray's definitely in the
You what I'm sayin'? Ha, ha, ha

'Cause I'm feelin' it, baby, I'm it, really though
So a, right now, aiyyo Rage
Yo Rage, yo run shit G

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

Yo, I'll be 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 and ducks keep quackin'

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

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

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

Spread 'em, 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 just begun to
Yeah, on witcha bad self
(Rage)
Rock on bad self
(Rage)
on witcha bad self
(Rage)
Rock on witcha bad

Yo, I'm Dat Nigga Daz who packs a slug
A true nigga the hood and the pound gives love
Yo, see niggas wanna be down but never came
So back up off my nuts and 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 to this young ass mack daddy
In a caddy-haddy, not known about the
Where the niggas hang
So I 'em up and hit 'em up
With the Dogg Pound

I'm and rugged and up till to the dirt
I'm from the Dogg nigga so I'm puttin' in work
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 click that be kickin' the gangsta bitch

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

Know what? The in the motherfuckin' 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 ya hostage a nigga hostage like the grim reaper
So I'm comin' my hood, what 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', get murdered for action
kid, you're rollin' with a fuckin' assasin'

Outlasted did the other 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, when the gets sparked
I'm [unverified], rough and rugged
'Cause I'm like baldhead

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

One of my idols no joke so why in the fuck should 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, like the joker
I yolk ya from da back like a talkin' shit
But a bitch ain't shit, 'cause a bitch 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 gets respect and I with a tec 9
Ready to put somethin' up in that ass to respect mine

Fool, Deatrow ain't lynchin' and the 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 fade this shit, you what I'm sayin'?
Death Row's in the motherfuckin'
The Dogg Pound's definetly in here, you what I'm sayin'?
And, ay, yo, yo, yo, yo, yo, you niggaz can't fuck with
So don't try it

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