Luyện nghe bài hát Puffin On Blunts And Drankin Tanqueray

Yeah, yeah, yeah, yo, yo, let's do this
Ha, ha, I thought I thaw a tat
Youse a nigga
Yo, yea, yo, Death Row's in the motherfuckin'

Wreckin' shit you what I'm sayin'?
This is Dr. Dre in the motherfuckin'
Yo, I got my homeboys in the
The Dogg Pound's in here, yeah

I got my nigga ready to wreck some shit, yo
You know else I got in the house?
Yo, so diggi-Daz step up on ass
Yeah, what's in here?

My home girl Rage, I said my girl Rage
Yeah, the lyrical murderer's in here
Yo, my Glove behind the boards
Yo, dropping funky-ass bass line, yeah

You know, you know there's a lot of punk-ass out there
A lot of punk-ass bitches out
Yo, you wanna write
Yo, that nigga Eazy-E, he's a punk-ass bitch, though

Yo, that Tim M-U-T, he's a punk-ass beatch, beeatch!
Ha ha, you know I'm sayin'?
Oh, oh, oh Luke, I didn't about you, beatch!
Really though, yo, Death Row's in the motherfuckin'

the 9-3, you know, yeah
But about now
There's a little freestyle going on, in the studio
We just kickin' gettin' fucked up and all

You know, on a few blunts
Drinkin' a little bit of Tanqueray, Tanqueray
Yeah, Tanqueray's in the house
You know I'm sayin'? Ha, ha, ha

'Cause I'm it, baby, I'm feelin' it, really though
So a, right about now, Rage
Yo Rage, yo run shit G

All ways and forever, and all ways
The will flow from now and through all days
As long as the sun
As as Eisenours on the dime

Yo, I'll be kickin' the
One for ya mind, your soul, your body
D O G's on the side of me, as E & J, hard as Bacardi
those yaddy-yacks and ducks keep quackin'

Hands are clappin', end up cracklin'
Under the heat, the pressure the one that's deffer
Egyptian ruler call me Cleo or Nefertiti, yes indeed
Got the eyes of the beedie, body Tahiti

Voice of the will lyrics blow, up ya spine that's ill slow
All thoughts in ya drop a yo
in the front but you be kicked through the back door
For tryin' to step, to come incorrect

Tryin' to play the left, tryin' to a mess
Tryin' to fuss, tryin' to raise a ruckus, huh
end up ashes to ashes, dusk to dusk
A you musta been fuckin' on drugs
And alcohol back off, all a y'all up against the

Spread 'em, go get 'em and
Cuff 'em and stuff 'em, shed 'em don't let 'em
Not a word, not another one
If you try you die, blurred, speech slurred
Served with a on top

Rage in effect, I just begun to
Yeah, rock on bad self
(Rage)
Rock on bad self
(Rage)
on witcha bad self
(Rage)
Rock on witcha bad

Yo, I'm Dat Nigga Daz who a tre-8 slug
A nigga from the hood and the pound gives love
Yo, see niggas wanna be but never came around
So back up off my nuts and sweatin' the pound

You see niggas get broke off 1, 2, 3
I'm the D-A to the
(D-A-to the)
to the Z

Now G'z pay attention to this young ass mack
In a caddy-haddy, not known about the
Where the hang around
So I 'em up and hit 'em up
With the motherfuckin' Dogg

I'm and rugged and up till to the dirt
I'm from the Dogg Pound nigga so I'm puttin' in
I'm no joke, who the you tryin' to provoke
(1-8-7)

cool, how his ass got smoked?
I don't drink no fuckin'
I drink the motherfuckin' O.G., E
I'm from the that be kickin' the gangsta shit bitch

Real niggas, G'z with real big dicks
I hit 'em up with the
So you wanna throw up
your cocaine or cavi when you blow up

Know what? The in the motherfuckin' house
again we try to get high as we kin
Dr. Dre be phat rhymes and produce and kick shit
I gets more than Beetlejuice

Motherfuckers get battered, so
Before I ya hostage a nigga hostage like the grim reaper
So I'm comin' from my hood, hood
You really like to know I thought you knew

Motherfucker, you know I'm stranded on the row?
I take a look the crowd, kick a style a flow
I'm mashin', motherfuckers get murdered for
Relax kid, you're with a fuckin' assasin'

Outlasted did the other day
Betray, the of a G, from the D-O double G
P-O-U-N-D, so bow-bow motherfuckin' marks
The execute the start, when the chronic sparked
I'm [unverified], rough and rugged
'Cause I'm like baldhead

Wrecks, I flex murderous rhymes to you all dead
What said is all said it's spoke
The dead is the dead, I ain't no joke
I murder motherfuckers as a

One of my idols ain't no so why in the fuck should I be
Fly me to the Bahamas, rhymer
Dramas what kickin', wicked is how I'm a
Approach ya, the locster, who's to up and smoke ya

You're lookin' like a smoka, like the joker
I yolk ya from da like a bitch talkin' shit
But a bitch ain't shit, 'cause a bitch ain't
But a ho and trick on my

Flip, let's take a to the Dogg Pound
tried to punk me when I was young but I'm a hog now
And I gets respect and I with a tec 9
to put somethin' up in that ass to give respect mine

Fool, Deatrow ain't lynchin' and the Pound mobbin'
We all give a fuck run in your crib and start robbin'
Throbbin', I'll break a down in the 90's
Maxin' at the Pound with my doggs is where find me

Hell,
You niggaz can't fade this shit, you know I'm sayin'?
Row's in the motherfuckin' house
The Dogg Pound's definetly in here, you know what I'm
And, ay, yo, yo, yo, yo, yo, you can't fuck with this
So don't try it

Stay in the studio all you want, in the studio all you want
'Cause you can't fuck with
See ya