Luyện nghe bài hát Thrown Up Da C

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

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

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

Dillinger]
It's reality
Live in your 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 situation
it's drastic and mental, cuz

Everybody (see)
We up the (C)
nobody (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
knockin', scores of fours hoppin'

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

D.P.G. (C)

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

We been through ups, downs, rights,
Right, left, two
music, let's ride
Push on, slide

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

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

[Daz
See "I Ain't Mad At Cha" like the homie Makaveli
It's Kurupt Young Gotti, Dat Nigga Daz
The is active, flip you up backwards
To killers to gangstas, from 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 plate and
Dogg Pound Gangstas, we one of a kind
And yo Gotti, you kick it for me one more time?

- 2X