Luyện nghe bài hát Thrown Up Da C

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

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

Dillinger]
We in a drop-top, platinum 23, sky
And got what we got from bein' real and bein'
And no clue - they imagined
how the two come back, with Kurupt with a

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

[Daz
reality check
Live in your face with a artillery tec
Dumpin' til' the whole empty
I'm sippin', Daz and Kurupt in a
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 they all (see)
From to over the (sea)
D.P.G. (C)

We got a D.P. picnic poppin', it stoppin'
knockin', scores of fours hoppin'

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

D.P.G. (C)

[Daz
That's our
Fuck it it gotta be, broken off properly
The new and improved Dogg Pound Gangsta
Lace your Chucks homies 'cause catchin' the blues - onsite
You my crew love to fight, like a 747 take flight
See it's a cold night, full
You know we round your neighborhood, nigga BOOM-BOOM

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

I get to thinkin' I guess I get to drinkin'
I do too much - but my homies me anyway
to back, we down to let the semi spray
Chubby Lil' Daz and growin' up with Corday

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

Dillinger]
See "I Mad At Cha" homie like the homie Makaveli
Kurupt Young Gotti, Dat Nigga Daz Dilly
The is active, flip you up backwards
To killers to gangstas, criminal jackers

D.P.G. (C)

Rider redemption, firin' plastic... nothin' but
out my motherfuckin' speaker box
Me and Daz, an outcast, cocked

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

- 2X