Luyện nghe bài hát Thrown Up Da C

[Intro:
Yeah, this goes out to all them out there
You know what I'm
Keepin' it goin' all day
And it just stop (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 nigga Daz like what's todays
Rollin', ridin', or a bitch
Hittin' switches in the toys, on perk the twist

Dillinger]
We in a drop-top, platinum 23, sky
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, to lose
Me and my nigga Daz over the moon and back down
on opposite sides and still roam
I missed my nigga, damn it good be home

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

Dillinger]
Now everybody wave hands from side to side
And everybody get your pistols if you're ready to

D.P.G. (C)

Dillinger]
That's our
it 'cause it gotta be, broken off properly
The new and improved Dogg Gangsta crew
Lace your Chucks homies 'cause catchin' the blues - onsite
You my crew love to fight, like a 747 take flight
See it's a cold night, moon
You know we creepin' round your neighborhood, nigga

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

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

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

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

D.P.G. (C)

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

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

- 2X