Luyện nghe bài hát All Dogs Go To Heaven

Rolling up a swisha banging Nate
Pulling on 8ball contemplating suicide
(Hold Up)
Tears in my eyes, sippin on this goose gettin'
I don't know what else to do, so I'm here
up a swisha banging Nate Dogg
Pulling on this 8ball contemplating
(Hold Up)
Tryna smoke the away
on the dessert
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 memories
n-ggas like kin to me
When move, I move
We a centipede
Back when Dre was in his 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 Pound
10 years later we here, laying Nate Dogg
Damn, he was only 41 so get high and just drink til this 40 done
But I really wanna cry, shit I really wonder why good n-ggas die
If we under God
Maybe he living in the sky and I couldn't him back if I tried
So we just up a swisha

[Game 2]
Allstar weekend, I seen Warren G with no Dogg
Thats MJG with no 8Ball
I don't wanna see R.I.P tatt
LBCPT that, we that where the DPG at!
that, tell me where the weed at?
You see that, all red P hat
Where Pac to eat at
Hoes in different area codes, better that
Can you believe where they killed BIG at
Now he at where N-A-T-E D O G at
Cause that's where all go because of you we all blow
Now when I need a hook, who I'm call for
I sample your old shit, i don't know new n-ggas
Bout to roll an ounce of this kush, I need a few
And the will never be the same without 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, stacking on his halo
get my mind what it is, but it is what it is
Everybody raise ya lighters 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 hooks better than Kareem and Ali
I'm smoke up in the wind
Kinda hard to concentrate when you sitting here on the end
Today a is born, tomorrow he's a man
day he gone
Life cycle repeats itself again and
Uncle's cousins and his
No-one escapes death or drives to in a Benz
But one things for sure, gotta go
When it's my turn I hope I never

(Hold Up)