Luyện nghe bài hát 2001

All I wanna do is make the whole crowd bounce
All I wanna do is the whole crowd bounce y'all

It's structures to this game, it's instinct with knowledge
I'm a in the game and I know not from college
open, focus, scopin' out the scene
Watch the gangsta haters 'cos they worse than dope fiends

I hope things get for you
'Cos I'ma make get better for me
And keep the Doggystyle thing out the LB
The L L G wit DPG by the sea

We at high tide, the East is my side
I'ma tell you 'long as my is record able
That plan you got ain't work you better audible
Oh yes, I'm fresh and spy from existence

Wit persistence I
To supply you wit you need, no room for greed
Better go around and it come to you
Don't bite off than you can chew

Respect the game and the will respect you back
Game is life, is struggle
the coastal juggle
So if you drop I test that, fragile as a

Will you get mad and go out your pistol?
Or will you be a man and up all the pieces
And put it back and remain tougher than leather?
As for me I'm to keep it real Dogg

All I wanna do is make the whole bounce y'all
Just keep it real
All I wanna do is the whole crowd bounce y'all
Just keep it real
All I do is make the whole crowd bounce y'all
Just keep it Dogg
All I wanna do is make the whole crowd y'all

[Incomprehensible], hold 'em, 'em, roll
Fly G and all you hoodrat girls
puts it down all around the world
But let's up the litter, LB young nigga

I solar on my Dogg Nall, I bark when it get dark
in heat we tear the beat up, what?
On the microphone I the bone
Always, try to follow me home

Uhh, to get the pooper scooper, They droppin' doo-doo
I'm on shit, lift up the bottom of my shoe
See I'm full-breaded wit no leash
I mob, make marks across the street

See I'm like hell, got 'em waggin' they tail
For the bow-wow LBC
Hit you the Dogg bopper fever, I fetch paper
On the receiver, go get it a retriever

I want 'em enough so I can lock on 'em
Wit the mizzic, see I let the loose on 'em
Check this out here man, I lick 'em, 'em
Man's friend, I hit you for ten, uhh

Fleas can't my pack, what, what's my name?
Major we're hittin' licks like a Doberman gang
Y'done trip and try to fuck me up ever since a young
Run a cat up a tree, nigga DPG

All I wanna do is make the whole crowd bounce
Just keep it real
All I wanna do is make the whole bounce y'all
Just it real Dogg
All I wanna do is make the whole crowd bounce
keep it real Dogg

They say once a time in the land of the loccs
Where it's all dope and pistol smoke
I packs me a heavy caliber .38
We'd out, Dp'd out, out

Oh, did you not
Snoop wit the .44 knockin' at'cha
We the passion for smashin' and mashin' the
Knockin' niggas l like cash is, Pound Gangsta assassin'

It's like in a
'Cos for the cash in my own zone we known for
Bustin', no for discussion
We don't discuss, we stay close as 10 inches then

Close enough to then rush
Clean and and get clutch
The Dogg is the Don like killer
For the D-O-double G, the solid gold rhyme

All I wanna do is make the crowd bounce y'all
keep it real Dogg
All I wanna do is make the crowd bounce y'all
Just it real Dogg
All I wanna do is make the whole bounce y'all
Just keep it real
All I do is make the whole crowd bounce y'all
Just keep it real