Luyện nghe bài hát Thrown Up Da C

[Intro:
Yeah, this goes out to all them gangstas out
You what I'm sayin'?
Keepin' it everyday 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 I do is blaze up a sack
Hit up my nigga Daz like todays plans?
Rollin', ridin', or a bitch
Hittin' switches in the toys, on perk with the

Dillinger]
We in a drop-top, platinum 23, sky
And got what we got bein' real and bein' true
And no clue - they never
how the two come back, with Kurupt a mag'

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

Dillinger]
It's reality
Live in your face with a semi tec
Dumpin' til' the clip's empty
I'm sippin', Daz and in a rental
Life is the key of the homie
'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)
here to over the (sea)
D.P.G. (C)

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

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

D.P.G. (C)

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

We been through ups, downs, rights,
Right, left, two
Rider music, ride
Push on, slide

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

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

Dillinger]
See "I Ain't Mad At Cha" homie the homie Makaveli
It's Kurupt Young Gotti, Dat Nigga Daz
The is active, flip you up backwards
To to gangstas, from criminal jackers

D.P.G. (C)

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

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

- 2X