Luyện nghe bài hát Thrown Up Da C

[Intro:
Yeah, this goes out to all them gangstas out
You know what I'm
it goin' 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 up a sack
Hit up my Daz like 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 we got from bein' real and bein' true
And no - they never imagined
how the two come back, with Kurupt with a

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

[Daz
reality check
Live in your face with a semi tec
Dumpin' the whole clip's empty
I'm sippin', Daz and Kurupt in a
is the key of the situation homie
'cause it's 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
Music knockin', scores of hoppin'

Dillinger]
Now everybody wave your hands from to side
And everybody get your pistols if ready to ride

D.P.G. (C)

[Daz
our terminology
Fuck it 'cause it gotta be, broken off
The new and Dogg Pound Gangsta crew
Lace your Chucks homies 'cause you're the blues - onsite
You know my crew love to fight, 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
music, let's ride
Push on, hood

I get to thinkin' I guess when I get to
I do too much - but my homies me anyway
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
women can make a nigga lose his mind
All we got is other, health and time

Dillinger]
See "I Mad At Cha" homie like the homie Makaveli
It's Kurupt Young Gotti, Dat Nigga Daz
The arsonal is active, you up backwards
To to gangstas, from criminal jackers

D.P.G. (C)

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

[Daz
See we young niggaz 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 it for me one more time?

- 2X