Luyện nghe bài hát Dogghouse

Gimme some of g shit goldie loc
Yeah, that's what I'm 'bout
Yeah, this out y'all, uh huh huh

Hook 2x: snoop
We got snoop dogg in the house tonight, with the tray-deee
Waniac, trip loc and goldie, 4 tay from the bay, 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, don't an apparatus
'cause the niggas I fuck wit, they all about the
Down in yellobrick road my destination, the
remys, fillin' jimmies, we goin all out
Lookin for the wizard, creepin the fog
Got some bad ass bitches, headed to the ball
They gon be and wigglin ass
Hope you brought your pass
Tray-deee, goldie half dead, the blaze sacks
than big everyday in l.a.
4 tay representin for the damn yae, beeyotch

2nd hook: snoop
Dogghouse, turnin it out, and if you ain't you gots to get
The out, that's 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 tangled the cutthroat strangles
My hookup, rangers
Better like a nationwide sky pager
Them hoes save us, talk about playas
On the real we can deal wit you playa
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 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 shit and jump out, I'm at the homies
To see if he with me up to the dogghouse
Hit the weed he lightin, outside little niggas is
bomb, I'm likin
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, the carpool lane
Once it's on, big chiefin
Remind me of the noisiest
Ladies all over the place, and niggas super
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 bitch catch a contact too
House shoes the blue 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 twins is
Bout to set it off bet it's off the
crooks, gettin money off the books
Makin but that gangsta shit that niggas lovin
Thuggin at the house party, fuck clubbin

2nd

[goldie
Let me you say pimps, banks, hustlers
Let's all get the then murder these motherfuckers
Cocksuckers, they can't us
Now put up your choppers, just in case they rollin wit coppers
I shut em down, doggpound for bitches
I be seein you with snitches everytime I'm switches
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 so hard I'm tearin up the back of my khakis
I'm tryin to my dogg dirty red
But hoe won't let me know, which way to go
I'm slow
My chucks only come wit a hundred miles of
Hundred miles of runnin funny and I'm gunnin nigga
Doggpound gangsta for life
And we gon party in this motherfucker all damn

2x