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 I do is blaze up a sack
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 we got from bein' real and bein' true
And no clue - they never
how the two come back, Kurupt with a mag'

Daz with the .45 caliber, refuse to
Me and my Daz been over the moon and back down
Been on opposite sides and roam
I my nigga, damn it feels good be home

[Daz
reality check
Live in your with a semi artillery tec
til' the whole clip's empty
I'm sippin', Daz and Kurupt in a
Life is the key of the situation
it's 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
knockin', scores of fours hoppin'

[Daz
Now everybody wave your hands side to side
And everybody get pistols 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 Dogg Gangsta crew
Lace your Chucks homies 'cause you're catchin' the blues -
You know my love to fight, like a 747 take flight
See it's a cold night, moon
You know we creepin' round your neighborhood, BOOM-BOOM

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

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

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

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

D.P.G. (C)

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

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

- 2X