Luyện nghe bài hát All Dogs Go To Heaven

Rolling up a banging Nate Dogg
Pulling on this 8ball contemplating
(Hold Up)
Tears in my eyes, sippin on this goose gettin'
I don't what else to do, so I'm sittin' here
Rolling up a banging Nate Dogg
Pulling on this 8ball suicide
(Hold Up)
Tryna the pain away
Hand on the
All dogs go to
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
Them n-ggas kin to me
When they move, I
We a centipede
Back when Dre was in his like Kennedy
I was banging Regulate, round the hood
In and out of county jail when crips and bloods segregating
And like y'all, I used to love tha Dogg Pound
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 really wanna cry, I really wonder why good n-ggas gotta die
If we living God
Maybe he living in the sky and I couldn't him back if I tried
So we just rolling up a

[Game 2]
Allstar weekend, I Warren G with no Nate Dogg
Thats like MJG with no
I don't wanna see that R.I.P
LBCPT that, we coast where the DPG at!
Eazy-E that, tell me the weed at?
You see that, all red P hat
Pac used to eat at
Hoes in different area codes, better that
Can you this where they killed BIG at
Now he at N-A-T-E D O double G at
Cause where all dogs go because of you we all blow
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 need a few
And the game will never be the same him
I'm mad he aint here to hop ont he R.E.D album

[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 came with hooks better than Kareem and Ali
I'm blowing up in the wind
Kinda hard to concentrate when you sitting here on the end
Today a child is born, tomorrow 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 for sure, everybody gotta go
When it's my I hope I never know

(Hold Up)