Luyện nghe bài hát Dogghouse

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

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

[Rappin'
Did ya get the dank, did ya get the
Yeah I got the dank, you got the gas in the
V.I.P. status, don't need an
'cause the niggas I fuck wit, all about the cabbage
Down in road my destination, the DoggHouse
Toastin Remys, jimmies, we goin all out
Lookin for the wizard, creepin the fog
Got some bad ass bitches, headed to the ball
They gon be strippin and ass
Hope you your playa pass
Tray-Deee, Goldie half dead, the twins sacks
Bigger big everyday in L.A.
4 Tay representin for the damn yae, Beeyotch

2ND HOOK: 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 when you wit me

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

Loc]
Park my and jump 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
This bomb, I'm
at my folks I know 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 on, big chiefin
Remind me of the noisiest
all over the place, and niggas super laced
How we it, saggin in my 5 0 1
Killin my lungs, these homies and bitches on one

2X

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

2ND

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

2X