Luyện nghe bài hát Dogghouse

Gimme some of G shit Goldie Loc
Yeah, that's I'm talkin 'bout
Yeah, this out y'all, uh huh huh

HOOK 2X: Dogg
We got Snoop Dogg in the house tonight, with the homeboy
Waniac, Trip Loc and Goldie, 4 Tay from the bay, you say
What you say, huh? (we do this everyday)

4-Tay]
Did ya get the dank, did ya get the
I got the dank, you got the gas in the tank?
V.I.P. status, don't an apparatus
'cause the niggas I fuck wit, they all the cabbage
Down in yellobrick my destination, the DoggHouse
Remys, fillin' jimmies, we goin all out
Lookin for the wizard, through the fog
Got some bad ass bitches, to the player's ball
gon be strippin and wigglin ass
Hope you your playa pass
Tray-Deee, Goldie half dead, the twins sacks
Bigger than big in L.A.
4 Tay representin for the whole yae, Beeyotch

2ND Snoop Dogg
DoggHouse, it out, and if you aint dope you gots to get
The out, that's on the O G D P, (say what)
And that's how it is when you wit me

Don't matter how you come, use all
Ties become tangled the cutthroat strangles
My hookup, rangers
float like a nationwide sky pager
Them hoes us, talk about bein playas
On the real we can deal wit you haters
We hit the spot, city got a block
What you when you take it to a different type of level that it pops
Know the dogg keep the hip rocks, bangin
Hoes steady sangin from the that we claimin
Yo, it's Waniac, the maniac, Trip Loc won't you spit rap

[Trip
Park my shit and jump out, I'm at the spot
To see if he floatin with me up to the
Hit the he lightin, outside little niggas is fightin
This bomb, I'm
Holla at my I know up in the complex
ready to ride as soon as he get dressed
Now we ready to roll, hit the store, then the lane
Once it's on, big chiefin
Remind me of the noisiest
Ladies all over the place, and niggas laced
How we it, saggin in my 5 0 1
Killin my lungs, keepin these and bitches on one

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[Tray
Man I got warrants, bad tax, still fuck it
up to DoggHouse swervin in a bucket
Puffin on some bomb my comrade Blue
And got my little bitch catch a too
House shoes with the blue khaki and my locs on
to some Soopafly, gettin my smoke on
Nigga Goldie Loc got the on roast it
4 Tay on the way plus the twins is
Bout to set it off bet it's off the
crooks, gettin money off the books
Makin nothin but gangsta shit that niggas lovin
at the house party, fuck goin clubbin

2ND

Loc]
Let me you say pimps, banks, hustlers
all get the money then murder these motherfuckers
Cocksuckers, they stop us
Now put up your choppers, just in case they rollin wit coppers
I em down, DoggPound for them bitches
I be seein you with everytime I'm hittin switches
Ice over dicthes
I'm true to the game, plus I'm out to get them
I be mobbin the road tryin to bag up my bags
I'm saggin so hard I'm tearin up the back of my
I'm tryin to reach my Dirty Red
But this hoe won't let me know, way to go
I'm movin
My chucks only wit a hundred miles of walkin
Hundred miles of runnin smellin funny and I'm gunnin
gangsta crip for life
And we gon in this motherfucker all damn night

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