Luyện nghe bài hát Thrown Up Da C

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

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

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

Dillinger]
It's check
Live in your with a semi artillery tec
til' the whole clip's empty
I'm sippin', Daz and in a rental
Life is the key of the situation
'cause drastic and mental, cuz

Everybody (see)
We up the (C)
Can't (see)
D.P.G. (C)
Henne(ssy)
Cause they all (see)
here to over the (sea)
D.P.G. (C)

We got a D.P. poppin', it ain't stoppin'
Music knockin', scores of 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 Dogg Pound Gangsta crew
Lace your Chucks homies 'cause catchin' the blues - onsite
You my crew love to fight, like a 747 take flight
See a cold night, full moon
You know we creepin' round neighborhood, nigga BOOM-BOOM

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

I get to thinkin' I guess 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 Corday

Nickels and
Hesitation could make a nigga his life
women can make 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 Kurupt Young Gotti, Dat Nigga Daz
The is active, flip you up backwards
To to gangstas, from criminal jackers

D.P.G. (C)

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

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

- 2X