Luyện nghe bài hát Thrown Up Da C

[Intro:
Yeah, goes out to all them gangstas out there
You know I'm sayin'?
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 blaze up a
Hit up my nigga Daz what's todays plans?
Rollin', ridin', or crackin' a
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 - never imagined
how the two come back, with Kurupt with a

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

[Daz
reality check
Live in your face with a semi tec
Dumpin' til' the whole clip's
I'm sippin', Daz and in a rental
Life is the key of the homie
it's 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 ain't
Music knockin', scores of fours

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

D.P.G. (C)

Dillinger]
That's our
Fuck it 'cause it gotta be, broken off
The new and Dogg Pound Gangsta crew
Lace your Chucks homies 'cause you're catchin' the blues -
You know my love to fight, like 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, let's
on, hood slide

I get to thinkin' I when 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 Trent growin' up with

Nickels and
Hesitation could make a lose 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" like the homie Makaveli
It's Young Gotti, Dat Nigga Daz Dilly
The arsonal is active, you up backwards
To killers to gangstas, from criminal

D.P.G. (C)

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

Dillinger]
See we some young niggaz in the life of crime
We crack a nigga his ankle, chest plate and spine
Them Pound Gangstas, we one of a kind
And yo Gotti, you kick it for me one more time?

- 2X