Luyện nghe bài hát Thrown Up Da C

[Intro:
Yeah, this goes out to all them out there
You know what I'm
it goin' everyday all day
And it just 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 Daz like what's todays 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 what we got from bein' and bein' true
And no clue - they never
how the two come back, Kurupt with a mag'

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

Dillinger]
It's check
Live in your face a semi artillery tec
Dumpin' til' the whole clip's
I'm sippin', Daz and in a rental
Life is the key of the 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. poppin', it ain't stoppin'
Music knockin', of fours hoppin'

Dillinger]
Now everybody wave hands from side to side
And everybody get your pistols if you're ready to

D.P.G. (C)

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

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

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

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

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

D.P.G. (C)

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

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

- 2X