Luyện nghe bài hát Thrown Up Da C

[Intro:
Yeah, this goes out to all gangstas out there
You know what I'm
it goin' 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 up a sack
Hit up my nigga Daz like what's plans?
Rollin', ridin', or a bitch
switches in the toys, on perk with the twist

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

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

Dillinger]
It's check
Live in your face with a artillery tec
Dumpin' til' the whole empty
I'm sippin', Daz and in a rental
Life is the key of the situation
'cause it's 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', of fours hoppin'

Dillinger]
Now everybody your hands from side to side
And everybody get your pistols if ready to ride

D.P.G. (C)

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

We through ups, downs, rights, wrongs
Right, left, two
Rider music, ride
Push on, hood

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

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

[Daz
See "I Ain't Mad At Cha" homie the homie Makaveli
It's Kurupt Gotti, Dat Nigga Daz Dilly
The arsonal is active, flip you up
To killers to gangstas, from criminal

D.P.G. (C)

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

[Daz
See we some young niggaz growin' in the life of
We crack a nigga from his ankle, chest plate and
Them Dogg Pound Gangstas, we one of a
And yo Gotti, would you kick it for me one more

- 2X