Luyện nghe bài hát All Dogs Go To Heaven

Rolling up a swisha Nate Dogg
Pulling on this contemplating suicide
(Hold Up)
Tears in my eyes, on this goose gettin' loose
I don't know what to do, so I'm sittin' here
Rolling up a banging Nate Dogg
Pulling on this 8ball suicide
(Hold Up)
Tryna smoke the away
Hand on the
All go to heaven
Til then (smoke everyday)

Aftermath studio,
It was live, it was Snoop, it was Nate, it was I
It was Dre, It was Daz and Kurupt, we was
One of my favourite
n-ggas like kin to me
When move, I move
We a centipede
when Dre was in his drop like Kennedy
I was Regulate, round the hood regulating
In and out of county jail when crips and bloods segregating
And just like y'all, I used to love tha Dogg
10 years later we here, laying Nate down
Damn, he was only 41 so I'mma get high and just drink til this 40
But I wanna cry, shit I really wonder why good n-ggas gotta die
If we living God
he living in the sky and I couldn't bring him back if I tried
So we just rolling up a

[Game 2]
Allstar weekend, I seen Warren G with no Nate
Thats like MJG with no
I don't wanna see that R.I.P
LBCPT that, we that where the DPG at!
Eazy-E that, me where the weed at?
You see that, all red P hat
Where Pac to eat at
Hoes in different area codes, better believe
Can you believe this where they BIG at
Now he at N-A-T-E D O double G at
Cause that's where all dogs go because of you we all
Now when I need a hook, who I'm call for
I sample old shit, i don't know these new n-ggas
Bout to roll an ounce of kush, I need a few swishas
And the game will be the same without him
I'm just mad he aint here to hop ont he R.E.D

[Game - 3]
I'm in the crib, Dre beats on, Lay Low
Kush to the dome, kills on his halo
Tryna get my what it is, but it is what it is
Everybody raise ya when I say so
Shed tear, thats for bro
Cali will never be the smae, Cube and Dre
I hold the West Coast down, thats why he me
And Nate came with hooks better than and Ali
I'm blowing up in the wind
hard to concentrate when you sitting here focused on the end
Today a child is born, he's a man
day he gone
Life repeats itself again and again
Uncle's cousins and his
escapes death or drives to heaven in a Benz
But one things for sure, everybody go
When it's my turn I I never know

(Hold Up)