Luyện nghe bài hát Dogghouse

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

2X: Snoop Dogg
We got Snoop Dogg in the 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)

[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 an apparatus
'cause the niggas I fuck wit, they all about the
in yellobrick road my destination, the DoggHouse
Toastin Remys, jimmies, we goin all out
for the wizard, creepin through the fog
Got some bad ass bitches, headed to the ball
They gon be strippin and ass
Hope you brought your playa
Tray-Deee, Goldie dead, the twins blaze sacks
Bigger big everyday in L.A.
4 Tay representin for the whole damn yae,

2ND HOOK: Snoop
DoggHouse, turnin it out, and if you aint 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 matter how you come, use all
Ties become tangled when the cutthroat
My hookup, long
Better like a nationwide sky pager
Them hoes save us, talk about playas
On the real we can wit you playa haters
We hit the spot, every city got a
What you makin when you take it to a different type of level it pops
Know the dogg keep the hip rocks, steady
Hoes steady sangin from the gang we claimin
Yo, it's Waniac, the maniac, Trip Loc you spit that rap

Loc]
Park my shit and jump out, I'm at the spot
To see if he with me up to the DoggHouse
Hit the weed he lightin, outside little niggas is
This bomb, I'm
Holla at my I know up in the complex
Nigga ready to ride as as he get dressed
Now we ready to roll, hit the store, the carpool lane
Once again on, big chiefin
me of the noisiest place
Ladies all the place, and niggas super laced
How we like it, in my 5 0 1
Killin my lungs, keepin these homies and on one

2X

[Tray
Man I got warrants, bad tax, still fuck it
Headed up to DoggHouse swervin in a
Puffin on some bomb from my comrade
And got my little bitch catch a too
House shoes with the blue khaki and my locs on
Swoopin to some Soopafly, gettin my on
Nigga Goldie Loc got the heat on it
4 Tay on the way plus the is posted
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
Let's all get the money then murder motherfuckers
Cocksuckers, they can't us
Now put up your choppers, just in they rollin wit them coppers
I shut em down, DoggPound for 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 hard I'm tearin up the of my khakis
I'm tryin to my dogg Dirty Red
But this hoe let me know, which way to go
I'm slow
My chucks only come wit a hundred miles of
Hundred miles of runnin smellin funny and I'm gunnin
DoggPound crip for life
And we gon party in this motherfucker all damn

2X