Luyện nghe bài hát Dogghouse

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

2X: Snoop Dogg
We got Dogg in the house tonight, with the homeboy Tray-Deee
Waniac, Trip Loc and Goldie, 4 Tay the bay, what you say
What you say, (we do this like 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
Toastin Remys, jimmies, we goin all out
Lookin for the wizard, creepin the fog
Got some bad ass bitches, to the player's ball
They gon be and wigglin ass
Hope you your playa pass
Tray-Deee, Goldie half dead, the blaze sacks
Bigger than big in L.A.
4 Tay for the whole damn yae, Beeyotch

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

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

Loc]
Park my shit and out, I'm at the homies spot
To see if he floatin with me up to the
Hit the weed he lightin, outside niggas is fightin
bomb, I'm likin
Holla at my folks I up in the complex
Nigga ready to ride as soon as he get
Now we ready to roll, hit the store, the carpool lane
Once again it's on, big
me of the noisiest place
Ladies all over the place, and niggas laced
How we like it, in my 5 0 1
Killin my lungs, these homies and bitches on one

2X

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

2ND

Loc]
Let me hear you say pimps, banks,
Let's all get the money then murder these
Cocksuckers, they stop us
Now put up choppers, just in case they rollin wit them coppers
I em down, DoggPound for them bitches
I be seein you with snitches everytime I'm switches
Ice skatin over
I'm to the game, plus I'm out to get them riches
I be mobbin down the tryin to bag up my bags
I'm saggin so hard I'm tearin up the of my khakis
I'm tryin to reach my Dirty Red
But this hoe won't let me know, way to go
I'm slow
My only come wit a hundred miles of walkin
miles of runnin smellin funny and I'm gunnin nigga
DoggPound gangsta crip for
And we gon party in this motherfucker all damn

2X