Luyện nghe bài hát Puffin On Blunts And Drankin Tanqueray

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

Wreckin' shit you know what I'm
This is Dr. Dre in the motherfuckin'
Yo, I got my in the house
The Dogg definitely in here, yeah

I got my nigga Kurupt ready to 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 my home girl Rage
Yeah, the motherfuckin' murderer's in here
Yo, my nigga Glove behind the
Yo, dropping funky-ass bass line, yeah

You know, you know there's a lot of punk-ass out there
A lot of bitches out there
Yo, you wanna write
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 what I'm sayin'?
Oh, oh, oh Luke, I forget about you, beatch!
though, yo, Death Row's in the motherfuckin' house

Running the 9-3, you know,
But right now
There's a little freestyle going on, in the studio
We kickin' 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

'Cause I'm 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 flow from now and through all days
As long as the sun
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 side of me, smooth as E & J, hard as
Smackin' those and ducks keep quackin'

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

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

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

Rage in effect, I begun to rock
Yeah, rock on witcha bad
(Rage)
Rock on bad self
(Rage)
Rock on bad self
(Rage)
Rock on 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 back up off my nuts and 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 to this young ass mack daddy
In a caddy-haddy, not known the city
Where the niggas hang
So I 'em up and hit 'em up
the motherfuckin' Dogg Pound

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

cool, how his ass got smoked?
I drink no fuckin' V-S-O-P
I the motherfuckin' O.G., Olde E
I'm from the click that be the gangsta shit bitch

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

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

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

Motherfucker, don't you know I'm stranded on the
I take a look the crowd, kick a style a flow
I'm mashin', motherfuckers get for action
kid, you're rollin' with a fuckin' assasin'

Outlasted did dirt the day
Betray, the roll of a G, 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 like [unverified], and rugged
'Cause I'm like baldhead

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

One of my idols ain't no joke so why in the fuck 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' a smoka, grinnin' like the joker
I yolk ya from da back a bitch talkin' shit
But a bitch ain't shit, 'cause a ain't shit
But a ho and on my dick

Flip, take a trip to the Dogg Pound
Fools tried to punk me I was young but I'm a hog now
And I gets respect and I step a tec 9
Ready to put somethin' up in that ass to give mine

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

Hell,
You niggaz can't fade shit, you know what I'm sayin'?
Death Row's in the motherfuckin'
The Dogg Pound's 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 all you want, stay in the studio all you want
you can't fuck with this
See ya