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: dogg
We got snoop in the house tonight, with the homeboy tray-deee
Waniac, trip loc and goldie, 4 tay from the bay, you say
What you say, huh? (we do 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 need an
'cause the niggas I fuck wit, they all about the
in yellobrick road my destination, the dogghouse
Toastin remys, fillin' jimmies, we all out
Lookin for the wizard, creepin the fog
Got some bad ass bitches, to the player's ball
gon be strippin and wigglin ass
Hope you brought your playa
Tray-deee, goldie half dead, the twins sacks
than big everyday in l.a.
4 tay for the whole damn yae, beeyotch

2nd hook: dogg
Dogghouse, it out, and if you ain't dope you gots to get
The fuck out, 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 cutthroat
My hookup, long
float like a nationwide sky pager
Them hoes save us, talk about bein
On the real we can deal wit you playa
We hit the spot, every city got a
you makin when you take it to a different type of level that it pops
Know the dogg keep the hip rocks, steady
Hoes steady sangin from the gang that we
Yo, it's waniac, the maniac, trip loc won't you spit rap

loc]
Park my shit and jump out, I'm at the homies
To see if he floatin me up to the dogghouse
Hit the he lightin, outside little niggas is fightin
This bomb, I'm
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, then the lane
Once again on, big chiefin
Remind me of the place
Ladies all over the place, and niggas super
How we it, saggin in my 5 0 1
my lungs, keepin these homies and bitches on one

2x

[tray
Man I got warrants, bad tax, still fuck it
up to dogghouse swervin in a bucket
Puffin on some bomb my comrade blue
And got my little bitch a contact too
House shoes with the blue khaki suit and my on
Swoopin to soopafly, gettin my smoke on
Nigga goldie loc got the heat on it
4 tay on the way plus the twins is
Bout to set it off bet off the hook
Straight crooks, gettin off the books
Makin nothin but gangsta shit that niggas lovin
Thuggin at the house party, fuck goin

2nd

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

2x