Luyện nghe bài hát Puffin On Blunts And Drankin Tanqueray

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

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

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

My home girl Rage, I my home girl Rage
Yeah, the lyrical motherfuckin' 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 write names?
Yo, that nigga Eazy-E, a punk-ass 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 didn't about you, beatch!
Really though, yo, Death Row's in the motherfuckin'

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

'em, dogs 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, blurred, speech slurred
Served a cherry on top

Rage in effect, I just begun to
Yeah, rock on witcha bad
(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 be down but never came around
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 about the
Where the hang around
So I 'em up and hit 'em up
With the Dogg Pound

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

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

niggas, real G'z with real big dicks
I hit 'em up with the
So what you wanna up
Claimin' your cocaine or cavi 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 the grim reaper
So I'm from 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 the crowd, kick a style a flow
I'm mashin', motherfuckers get for action
Relax kid, you're rollin' with a assasin'

did dirt 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
I'm like baldhead [unverified]

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

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

You're lookin' like a smoka, grinnin' like the
I yolk ya from da back like a bitch shit
But a bitch ain't shit, 'cause a bitch shit
But a ho and on my dick

Flip, take a trip to the Dogg Pound
Fools tried to me when I was young but I'm a hog now
And I respect 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 fuck run in your crib and start
Throbbin', I'll a nigga down in the 90's
at the Pound with my doggs is where you'll find me

Hell,
You niggaz fade this shit, you know what I'm sayin'?
Death 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 with
So even try it

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