Luyện nghe bài hát Puffin On Blunts And Drankin Tanqueray

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

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

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

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

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

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 about you, beatch!
Really though, yo, Row's in the motherfuckin' house

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

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

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

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

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

Hands that are clappin', end up
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 will lyrics blow, up ya spine that's ill slow
All thoughts in ya mind a yo
Came in the front but you be kicked the back door
For to step, tryin' 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 to ashes, dusk to dusk
A busta you musta been on drugs
And alcohol back off, all a y'all up the wall

Spread 'em, go get 'em and
Cuff 'em and stuff 'em, cold 'em don't let 'em
Not a word, not one heard
If you try you die, visions blurred, speech
Served a cherry on top

in effect, I just begun to rock
Yeah, rock on bad self
(Rage)
on witcha bad self
(Rage)
Rock on 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 came around
So back up off my nuts and stop 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
the niggas hang around
So I 'em up and hit 'em up
With the motherfuckin' Dogg

I'm rough and rugged and up till to the
I'm from the Dogg nigga so I'm puttin' in work
I'm no joke, who the fuck you tryin' to
(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 click that be the gangsta shit bitch

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

Know what? The Pounds in the motherfuckin'
again we try to get high as we kin
Dr. Dre be kickin' phat 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' from my hood, hood
You really like to know I thought you knew

Motherfucker, don't you I'm stranded on the row?
I take a look into the crowd, kick a a flow
I'm mashin', motherfuckers get for action
Relax kid, you're rollin' a fuckin' assasin'

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

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

One of my idols 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, who's to up and smoke ya

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

Flip, let's take a trip to the Pound
Fools tried to punk me I was young but I'm a hog now
And I gets and I step with a tec 9
to put somethin' 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 crib and start 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 niggaz can't fade this shit, you know what I'm
Death in the motherfuckin' house
The Dogg definetly in here, you know what I'm sayin'?
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 this
See ya