Luyện nghe bài hát All Dogs Go To Heaven

Rolling up a swisha banging Dogg
Pulling on 8ball contemplating suicide
(Hold Up)
Tears in my eyes, sippin on this goose loose
I don't know what else to do, so I'm here
Rolling up a banging Nate Dogg
Pulling on this contemplating suicide
(Hold Up)
Tryna smoke the pain
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
Them like kin to me
they move, I move
We a centipede
when Dre was in his drop like Kennedy
I was banging Regulate, round the hood
In and out of county jail when crips and bloods were
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 drink til this 40 done
But I really wanna cry, I really wonder why good n-ggas gotta die
If we living God
Maybe he in the sky and I couldn't bring him back if I tried
So we just up a swisha

[Game 2]
weekend, I seen 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, me where the weed at?
You see that, all red P hat
Pac used to eat at
Hoes in area codes, better believe that
Can you this where they killed BIG at
Now he at where D O double G at
Cause that's where all go because of you we all blow
Now when I need a hook, who I'm gonna for
I your old shit, i don't know these new n-ggas
to roll an ounce of this kush, I need a few swishas
And the will never be the same 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
Kush to the dome, stacking on his halo
get my mind what it is, but it is what it is
Everybody ya lighters when I say so
tear, thats for Nate bro
Cali never be the smae, Cube and Dre know
I hold the West Coast down, 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, tomorrow a man
Next day he
cycle repeats itself again and again
Uncle's and his friends
No-one escapes death or drives to heaven in a
But one things for sure, gotta go
When it's my turn I hope I never

(Hold Up)