Luyện nghe bài hát Thrown Up Da C

[Intro:
Yeah, this goes out to all them gangstas out
You know 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 thing I do is blaze up a
Hit up my nigga Daz what's todays plans?
Rollin', ridin', or a bitch
Hittin' switches in the toys, on with the twist

[Daz
We in a drop-top, platinum 23, sky
And got what we got from bein' real and bein'
And no - they never imagined
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 opposite and still roam
I my nigga, damn it feels good be home

[Daz
It's reality
in your face with a semi artillery tec
Dumpin' til' the clip's empty
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 all wanna (see)
here to over the (sea)
D.P.G. (C)

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

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

D.P.G. (C)

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

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

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

Nickels and
Hesitation could a nigga lose his life
These women can a nigga lose his mind
All we got is other, health 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, criminal jackers

D.P.G. (C)

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

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

- 2X