Luyện nghe bài hát Puffin On Blunts And Drankin Tanqueray

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

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

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

My home girl Rage, I my home girl Rage
Yeah, the lyrical motherfuckin' murderer's in
Yo, my nigga Glove behind the
Yo, dropping that bass line, yeah

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

Yo, that nigga Tim M-U-T, he's a beatch, beeatch!
Ha ha, you what I'm sayin'?
Oh, oh, oh Luke, I didn't forget you, beatch!
Really though, yo, Death Row's in the motherfuckin'

the 9-3, you know, yeah
But right now
a little freestyle session going on, in the studio
We just back gettin' fucked up and all

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

'Cause I'm 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 will from now and through all days
As long as the sun
As long as Eisenours on the

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

that are clappin', end up cracklin'
Under the heat, the pressure from the one that's
Egyptian will call me Cleo or Nefertiti, yes indeed
Got the eyes of the beedie, body 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, 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 to ashes, dusk to dusk
A you musta been fuckin' on drugs
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 another one
If you try you die, visions blurred, speech
Served with a on top

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

Yo, I'm Dat Nigga Daz who packs a slug
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 niggas get broke off 1, 2, 3
I'm the D-A to the
(D-A-to the)
to the Z

Now G'z pay attention to this young ass mack
In a caddy-haddy, not known the city
Where the niggas around
So I 'em up and hit 'em up
With the motherfuckin' Pound

I'm rough and rugged and up 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)

cool, how his ass got smoked?
I don't drink no V-S-O-P
I drink the motherfuckin' O.G., E
I'm from the click that be kickin' the gangsta shit

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

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

get battered, so scatter
Before I keep ya hostage a nigga hostage the grim reaper
So I'm comin' my hood, what hood
You really 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 murdered for
Relax kid, you're rollin' with a 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
'Cause I'm baldhead [unverified]

Wrecks, I flex murderous rhymes to you all dead
What said is all it's already spoke
The dead is the dead, I ain't no fuckin'
I murder 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 your kickin', is how I'm a
Approach ya, the locster, quick to up and smoke ya

You're 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 trick on my

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

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

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

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