Luyện nghe bài hát 2001

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

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

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

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

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

Respect the game and the game will respect you
is life, life is struggle
Without the juggle
So if you drop I test that, fragile as a

Will you get mad and go pull out your
Or you be a man and pick up all the pieces
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 whole crowd bounce
Just it real Dogg
All I wanna do is make the whole bounce y'all
keep it real Dogg
All I wanna do is make the crowd bounce y'all
Just keep it real
All I do is make the whole crowd bounce y'all

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

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

Uhh, to get the scooper, why? They 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, make marks the street

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

I want 'em enough so I can lock on 'em
Wit the mizzic, see I let the Doggz on 'em
Check this out here man, I 'em, sick 'em
best friend, I hit you for ten, uhh

Fleas seize my pack, what, what's my name?
Major trick hittin' licks like a Doberman gang
Y'done trip and try to fuck me up since a young puppy
Run a cat up a tree, nigga DPG

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

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

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

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

Close enough to touch rush
and radical and get clutch
The Dogg is the Don like Corleone
For the G, with the solid gold rhyme

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