Luyện nghe bài hát Thrown Up Da C

[Intro:
Yeah, goes out to all them gangstas out there
You what I'm sayin'?
Keepin' it everyday all day
And it don't stop (Once again)
Pound, K-U-R-U-P-T... D-A to the Z
on the beat...

First thing I do is blaze up a
Hit up my nigga Daz like what's plans?
Rollin', ridin', or crackin' a
Hittin' in the toys, on perk with the twist

[Daz
We in a drop-top, platinum 23, sky
And got what we got from real and bein' true
And no clue - never imagined
how the two come back, with with a mag'

Daz with the .45 caliber, to lose
Me and my nigga Daz been the moon and back down
Been on opposite sides and still
I missed my nigga, damn it feels good be

[Daz
reality check
Live in your with a semi artillery tec
Dumpin' the whole clip's empty
I'm sippin', Daz and in a rental
is the key of the situation homie
'cause drastic and mental, cuz

Everybody (see)
We up the (C)
Can't (see)
D.P.G. (C)
Henne(ssy)
Cause all wanna (see)
From here to the (sea)
D.P.G. (C)

We got a D.P. poppin', it ain't stoppin'
Music knockin', scores of hoppin'

[Daz
Now everybody your hands from side to side
And get your pistols if you're ready to ride

D.P.G. (C)

[Daz
our terminology
Fuck it 'cause it be, broken off properly
The new and Dogg Pound Gangsta crew
Lace your homies 'cause you're catchin' the blues - onsite
You know my crew love to fight, like a 747 flight
See it's a cold night, moon
You know we creepin' round your neighborhood, BOOM-BOOM

We through ups, downs, rights, wrongs
Right, left, two
music, let's ride
Push on, slide

I get to thinkin' I when I get to drinkin'
I do too - but my homies love me anyway
Back to back, we to let the semi spray
Chubby Lil' Daz and Trent growin' up Corday

Nickels and
Hesitation could make a lose his life
These women can make a nigga his mind
All we got is other, health and time

[Daz
See "I Mad At Cha" homie like the homie Makaveli
It's Young Gotti, Dat Nigga Daz Dilly
The arsonal is active, you up backwards
To killers to gangstas, criminal jackers

D.P.G. (C)

Rider redemption, firin' plastic... but classics
bumpin' out my motherfuckin' box
Me and Daz, an outcast, heaters

Dillinger]
See we young niggaz growin' in the life of crime
We crack a nigga from his ankle, chest and spine
Them Dogg Pound Gangstas, we one of a
And yo Gotti, would you kick it for me one time?

- 2X