Luyện nghe bài hát Pound 4 Pound

Still on my west riphop shit
King click are mile high in cannabis copters
Ha ha Lets ride on

Round for round its goin in the compound (its goin down)
Pound for pound we em down (burn em down Burn em down)
Pound for pound we em up in the compound
Round for round we burn em (always smoking chronic)

This is no nonsense
Break out the and incense
And flowers fuck a
Its a bath
Crack blunt wrap
And the double bag
a back pack
This shits about to go down like
Waving blue ill be flying the weed flag
kottonmouth kings buy shit we ship sacks
started with the moved up to hash bags
now we at the compound lacing
so we stack

we stackin stackin
on the top you I got em
we always bowls
back and forth you I pop em
and when drop em
we cough em out we squash em
I until I choke
Eyes low they me dloc
on this indo smoke
Im all out
Got some from the west coast
Riding on these tracks a lowrider
smoke an ounce
Do it slow so see me when I roll
I let em

Round for round its goin in the compound (its goin down)
Pound for pound we em down (burn em down Burn em down)
Pound for pound we light em up in the
Round for round we burn em (always smoking chronic)

My fingers got and
Its fucking shit
Its fucking crazy
Stoner truck of the latest
Never call my ladies
My trigger fingers got an
I got a wood bat swinging on the pitch
Inside screw ball and im cracking it
I got a loose screw someone cut my brake
Im flying the road banging on my dashboard
Driving off a cliff on a fat spliff
Dirtball man I guess these haters got their wish

Smokes the neighborhoods intact
The is in the fucking building
Quarter about to crack
Most fat it all up give me that sack
You dont want to not give me
When Im at play bubble go flat
From the Force of the bat run
Check mate energy thick from the belly of all of the
All of the that we went thru to keep this shit poppin
You better believe it wont
to think we dont know that was you
you better believe me we rockin
forever the krown power the sound
we do it or die

Round for its goin down in the compound (its goin down)
Pound for we burn em down (burn em down Burn em down)
for pound we light em up in the compound
Round for we burn em down (always smoking chronic)

the bomb packing the chronic
All the smoking the best
Keepin it snappin the bong
Yeah the bong
at my bag rolling the ghang
Burnin em til it gone
Keep up my steez it down
Sagging my pants we keepin it

We still ride or die packing loads in pipes
Twistin grips on
Blowing up and mikes
Say what you hope your names no on my doc
Pulling strings out of
Blinded by the white
Let the dogs out unleash em on residence
Air one im flying higher than the president
Yes im sent
holy sacraments
7 deadly guaranteed that I wont repent

I wont repent either me
My heater be the
That all the rappers want to eat up
I up the track
Sit up pop it up to gear
To year lick another fear
up take it on home
All of the enemies

for round its goin down in the compound (its goin down)
Pound for we burn em down (burn em down Burn em down)
Pound for pound we light em up in the
Round for round we burn em down (always chronic)

RED FOX