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
up a swisha banging Nate Dogg
Pulling on this 8ball contemplating
(Hold Up)
Tryna smoke the pain
Hand on the
All go to heaven
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 favourite
Them like kin to me
When they move, I
We like a
when Dre was in his drop like Kennedy
I was Regulate, round the hood regulating
In and out of county jail crips and bloods were segregating
And just like y'all, I used to love tha Dogg
10 years later we here, Nate Dogg down
Damn, he was only 41 so I'mma get high and just drink til 40 done
But I really wanna cry, I really wonder why good n-ggas gotta die
If we living God
Maybe he living in the sky and I bring him back if I tried
So we rolling up a swisha

[Game 2]
weekend, I seen Warren G with no Nate Dogg
Thats like MJG no 8Ball
I don't wanna see R.I.P tatt
that, we that coast where the DPG at!
Eazy-E that, tell me where the 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 killed BIG at
Now he at where N-A-T-E D O G at
Cause where all dogs go because of you we all blow
Now I need a hook, who I'm gonna call for
I sample your old shit, i don't know new n-ggas
Bout to an ounce of this kush, I need a few swishas
And the game will never be the same 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
Kush to the dome, stacking kills on his
get my mind what it is, but it is what it is
Everybody raise ya lighters I say so
Shed tear, for Nate bro
Cali will be the smae, Cube and Dre know
I hold the West Coast down, why he signed me
And Nate came with hooks than Kareem and Ali
I'm blowing smoke up in the
Kinda to concentrate when you sitting here focused on the end
Today a child is born, he's a man
day he gone
Life cycle repeats again and again
Uncle's and his friends
No-one escapes death or drives to in a Benz
But one things for sure, gotta go
When it's my turn I I never know

(Hold Up)