Luyện nghe bài hát Dogghouse

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

HOOK 2X: Snoop
We got Dogg in the house tonight, with the homeboy Tray-Deee
Waniac, Loc and Goldie, 4 Tay from 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, need an apparatus
'cause the niggas I wit, they all about the cabbage
in yellobrick road my destination, the DoggHouse
Toastin Remys, jimmies, we goin all out
Lookin for the wizard, through the fog
Got some bad ass bitches, headed to the player's
gon be strippin and wigglin ass
Hope you brought playa pass
Tray-Deee, Goldie dead, the twins blaze sacks
than big everyday in L.A.
4 Tay representin for the whole damn yae,

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

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

[Trip
Park my shit and jump out, I'm at the homies
To see if he floatin me up to the DoggHouse
Hit the weed he lightin, outside niggas is fightin
bomb, I'm likin
Holla at my folks I know up in the
Nigga to ride as soon as he get dressed
Now we ready to roll, hit the store, the carpool lane
again it's on, big chiefin
Remind me of the place
Ladies all the place, and niggas super laced
How we like it, in my 5 0 1
Killin my lungs, keepin these 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 from my Blue
And got my bitch catch a contact too
House shoes with the blue suit and my locs on
to some 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 but that gangsta shit that niggas lovin
Thuggin at the house party, fuck goin

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 your choppers, just in case they rollin wit them
I shut em down, DoggPound for them
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 down 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 come wit a hundred of walkin
Hundred miles of runnin smellin funny and I'm gunnin
gangsta crip for life
And we gon party in motherfucker all damn night

2X