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

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

My home girl Rage, I said my home Rage
Yeah, the lyrical motherfuckin' in here
Yo, my nigga behind the boards
Yo, dropping that funky-ass line, yeah

You know, you there's a lot of punk-ass niggaz out there
A lot of punk-ass bitches out
Yo, you wanna write
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 know 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 right now
There's a little session going on, in the studio
We just back gettin' fucked up and all

You know, on a few blunts
Drinkin' a little bit of 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 about now, aiyyo
Yo Rage, yo run shit G

All and forever, forever and all ways
The rhythm will flow from now and all days
As long as the sun
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 side of me, as E & J, hard as Bacardi
those yaddy-yacks and ducks 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 thoughts in ya mind a yo
Came in the front but you be kicked the back door
For tryin' to step, tryin' to come

Tryin' to play the left, tryin' to start a
Tryin' to fuss, tryin' to raise a ruckus, huh
You'll end up ashes to ashes, to dusk
A busta you been fuckin' on drugs
And alcohol back off, all a up against 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, speech
Served a cherry on top

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

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

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 attention to this ass mack daddy
In a caddy-haddy, not known 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 nigga 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 drink the O.G., Olde E
I'm from the click that be the gangsta shit bitch

Real niggas, real G'z with real big
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 rhymes and produce and shit
I gets wicked than Beetlejuice

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

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
Relax kid, 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, Pound so bow-bow marks
The the start, when the chronic gets sparked
I'm [unverified], rough and rugged
I'm like baldhead [unverified]

Wrecks, I flex murderous rhymes to leave you all
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, ruff
Dramas your 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 like a bitch shit
But a bitch ain't shit, a bitch ain't shit
But a ho and on my dick

Flip, take a trip to the Dogg Pound
Fools 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 lynchin' and the Pound ain't mobbin'
We all don't give a fuck run in crib and start robbin'
Throbbin', I'll break a nigga down in the
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'?
Row's in the motherfuckin' house
The Dogg Pound's in here, you know what I'm sayin'?
And, ay, yo, yo, yo, yo, yo, you niggaz fuck with this
So don't try it

in the studio all you want, stay in the studio all you want
'Cause you fuck with this
See ya