Luyện nghe bài hát All Dogs Go To Heaven

Rolling up a swisha banging Dogg
on this 8ball contemplating suicide
(Hold Up)
Tears in my eyes, sippin on goose gettin' loose
I don't know else to do, so I'm sittin' here
Rolling up a swisha banging Dogg
Pulling on this 8ball contemplating
(Hold Up)
Tryna smoke the away
Hand on the
All dogs go to
Til (smoke weed 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 memories
Them n-ggas kin to me
they move, I move
We a centipede
Back when Dre was in his drop like
I was banging Regulate, round the regulating
In and out of county jail when crips and were segregating
And just like y'all, I used to love tha Dogg
10 years later we here, laying Nate Dogg
Damn, he was only 41 so I'mma get high and just til this 40 done
But I wanna cry, shit I really wonder why good n-ggas gotta die
If we under God
Maybe he living in the sky and I couldn't bring him if I tried
So we just rolling up a

[Game 2]
Allstar weekend, I seen Warren G with no Nate
Thats MJG with no 8Ball
I don't wanna see R.I.P tatt
LBCPT that, we coast where the DPG at!
Eazy-E that, me where the weed at?
You see that, all red P hat
Pac used to eat at
Hoes in different area codes, better that
Can you believe this they killed BIG at
Now he at where N-A-T-E D O G at
Cause that's where all dogs go because of you we all
Now when I need a hook, who I'm gonna for
I sample your old shit, i don't these new n-ggas
Bout to roll an ounce of this kush, I a few swishas
And the game will never be the without him
I'm just mad he here to hop ont he R.E.D album

[Game - 3]
I'm in the crib, Dre on, banging Lay Low
to the dome, stacking kills on his halo
Tryna get my what it is, but it is what it is
Everybody raise ya when I say so
tear, thats for Nate bro
Cali will never be the smae, Cube and Dre
I hold the Coast down, thats why he signed me
And Nate came with hooks better than and Ali
I'm blowing up in the wind
Kinda hard to concentrate you sitting here focused on the end
Today a child is born, he's a man
day he gone
Life cycle repeats itself again and
Uncle's and his friends
No-one escapes death or drives to in a Benz
But one things for sure, gotta go
When my turn I hope I never know

(Hold Up)