Luyện nghe bài hát Dogghouse

Gimme some of that g goldie loc
Yeah, what I'm talkin 'bout
Yeah, check out y'all, uh huh huh

Hook 2x: snoop
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 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, need an apparatus
'cause the niggas I fuck wit, all about the cabbage
in yellobrick road my destination, the dogghouse
Toastin remys, fillin' jimmies, we all out
Lookin for the wizard, through the fog
Got some bad ass bitches, to the player's ball
They gon be strippin and ass
Hope you brought playa pass
Tray-deee, goldie half dead, the twins blaze
Bigger than big in l.a.
4 tay representin for the whole damn yae,

2nd hook: dogg
Dogghouse, turnin it out, and if you 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 how you come, use all angles
Ties become when the cutthroat strangles
My hookup, long
Better float like a sky pager
Them hoes us, talk about bein playas
On the real we can deal wit you haters
We hit the spot, every got a block
you makin when you take 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

[trip
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, little niggas is fightin
This bomb, I'm
Holla at my I know up in the complex
Nigga 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 place
Ladies all over the place, and niggas 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 fuck it
Headed up to dogghouse in a bucket
on some bomb from my comrade blue
And got my little bitch a contact too
House shoes with the khaki suit 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 is posted
Bout to set it off bet off the hook
Straight crooks, money off the books
Makin nothin but gangsta shit that niggas lovin
Thuggin at the house party, goin clubbin

2nd

[goldie
Let me hear you say pimps, banks,
Let's all get the money murder these motherfuckers
Cocksuckers, they stop us
Now put up your choppers, just in case rollin wit them coppers
I shut em down, for them bitches
I be seein you with snitches everytime I'm hittin
Ice skatin dicthes
I'm true to the game, I'm out to get them 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 dogg red
But this hoe won't let me know, way to go
I'm slow
My only come wit a hundred miles of walkin
Hundred miles of runnin smellin funny and I'm nigga
Doggpound crip for life
And we gon in this motherfucker all damn night

2x