Luyện nghe bài hát 2001

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

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

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

We ride at tide, the East is my side
I'ma tell you 'long as my voice is record
That you got ain't gonna work you better audible
Oh yes, I'm fresh and like spy from

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

Respect the game and the game respect you back
is life, life is struggle
Without the coastal
So if you I test that, fragile as a crystal

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

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

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

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

Uhh, to get the pooper scooper, why? droppin' doo-doo
I'm steppin' on shit, up the bottom of my shoe
See I'm smashin' full-breaded wit no
When I mob, marks across the street

See I'm vicious like hell, got 'em they tail
For the LBC style
Hit you like the Dogg fever, I fetch paper
On the receiver, go get it a retriever

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

can't seize 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 puppy
Run a cat up a tree, nigga DPG

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

say once upon a time in the land of the loccs
Where it's all about and pistol smoke
I me a heavy caliber .38 revolver
We'd out, out, GC'd out

Oh, did you not
Snoop wit the .44 at'cha door?
We the for smashin' and mashin' the masses
Knockin' niggas l like cash is, Dogg Pound Gangsta

like in a action
'Cos for the in my own zone we known for blastin'
Bustin', no for discussion
We don't discuss, we close as 10 inches then bust

enough to touch then rush
Clean and radical and get
The Dogg is the Don killer Corleone
For the D-O-double G, with the solid gold

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