Luyện nghe bài hát Dogg Market

(snoop)
I'm in a murderous-mental mind state, on 'em
Enterprise homicide, rock this dope and cut them corners (corners)
Worldwide, visualize, two killas on the rise
Ain't that a bitch, snoop and brotha lynch

(lynch)
And we bombed out (what), no doubt
Eat up with sour crout (what up), hollow 'em out
'bout to my own business, siccmade meats
Where you gonna get your product from
Sacramento streets (why), be
these niggas be trippin
I'm dippin in and out the with the ? ? ? ? ? ? whip (what)
no pity, dingy, dirty, grimey and gritty, get me

(snoop)
I had a bundle of bitchest I had a bundle a dollas
A fist full a problems while I'm my collar (ay, ay, ay)
Sockin bustas, hustlers with they work on the streets
>from the streets, to the (to the what), to the slugs, to the east (man)
believe, let me holler at you nephew
What you do and what I do, I'll make you wan' act a

(lynch)
Alright, wait, wait, wait, up
Avian lies up in the city, with the fifty-slug
No love, leave ya layin down lookin at the stars ('cause what)
'cause everything fade to black, a scene change, ain't it strange
Illegal through out the game, lets ya nuts hang, hit the rain (rain)
? ? ? ? like ? ? ? , 'em up with the hay
They, found the body three months as I hit him with the potato
Ate up his midsection, recollection, murder on my (ay what)
Got me chin-checkin, and said (that real? ), heard it all the time
That's what these muthafuckas think about me, they made it
Mad 'cause niggas be ? ? ? some g's,
Smoke weed (? ? ? g's, smoke weed)
Everyday, best believe,
Ay you, you nigga start ? ? ? move out my way
Bet you never see me in black clothes, creepin out the back
with lead toes

(snoop)
I got so to do with so little time
My smoke dope that'll blow ya mind, hmm
I bust a about a quarter 'til nine
So by I got my dick on her spine
Relax, recline, roll nigga
Hit this shit, it up, now raise it up
The and the bitch, yeah, stays with us
Now, a lot a y'all niggas be talkin 'bout y'all livin it up, and it up
But let me take ya to the essence, and shit
and drop a message and shit
You crumb-snatchin, no rappin
The big dog want it all, I back to snatch all y'all presents
Dippin, slippin, slidin
From the sac-town to the l-b, we do shit like everyday
Do you feel me, I'm the
Fuckin the rectable, unquestionable, remarkable,
and all that shit
You know, I'm the original, biiitch, the original,