Luyện nghe bài hát Puffin On Blunts And Drankin Tanqueray

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

Wreckin' you know what I'm sayin'?
This is Dr. Dre in the house
Yo, I got my homeboys in the
The Dogg Pound's definitely in here,

I got my Kurupt ready to wreck some shit, yo
You what else I got in the house?
Yo, so step up on that ass
Yeah, what's in here?

My home girl Rage, I said my 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 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 what I'm
Oh, oh, oh Luke, I didn't about you, beatch!
Really though, yo, Death Row's in the house

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Tryin' to play the left, tryin' to 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 'em, cold shed 'em don't let 'em
Not a word, not one heard
If you try you die, visions blurred, speech
Served a cherry on top

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

Yo, I'm Dat Nigga Daz who packs a slug
A true nigga from the hood and the pound 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 attention to this ass mack daddy
In a caddy-haddy, not known the city
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 Pound nigga so I'm puttin' in
I'm no joke, who the you tryin' to provoke
(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 click that be the gangsta shit bitch

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

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

get battered, so scatter
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, don't you I'm stranded on the row?
I take a look into the crowd, a style a flow
I'm mashin', motherfuckers get murdered for
Relax kid, rollin' with a fuckin' assasin'

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

Wrecks, I flex murderous to leave you all dead
said is all said it's already spoke
The dead is the dead, I no fuckin' joke
I murder motherfuckers as a

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

You're like a smoka, grinnin' like the joker
I ya from da back like 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 Pound
Fools tried to 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 give respect

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

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

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