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

Hook 2x: dogg
We got dogg in the house tonight, with the homeboy tray-deee
Waniac, trip loc and goldie, 4 tay from the bay, you say
you say, huh? (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 need an
'cause the niggas I wit, they all about the cabbage
Down in road my destination, the dogghouse
remys, fillin' jimmies, we goin all out
Lookin for the wizard, through the fog
Got some bad ass bitches, headed to the ball
gon be strippin and wigglin ass
Hope you brought your pass
Tray-deee, goldie dead, the twins blaze sacks
Bigger than big in l.a.
4 tay for the whole damn yae, beeyotch

2nd hook: snoop
Dogghouse, turnin it out, and if you dope 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 how you come, use all angles
Ties become tangled when the cutthroat
My hookup, long
Better float like a nationwide sky
Them hoes save us, talk about playas
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 keep the hip rocks, steady bangin
Hoes steady sangin from the that 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 homies
To see if he floatin with me up to the
Hit the weed he lightin, little niggas is fightin
bomb, I'm likin
Holla at my I know up in the complex
ready to ride as soon as he get dressed
Now we to roll, hit the store, then the carpool lane
again it's on, big chiefin
Remind me of the place
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, sayin 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 khaki suit and my locs on
Swoopin to some soopafly, my smoke on
Nigga goldie loc got the on roast it
4 tay on the way plus the is posted
to set it off bet it's off the hook
Straight crooks, gettin money off the
nothin but that gangsta shit that niggas lovin
Thuggin at the house party, fuck clubbin

2nd

[goldie
Let me hear you say pimps, banks,
Let's all get the money then murder these
Cocksuckers, can't stop us
Now put up your choppers, just in case they rollin wit coppers
I shut em down, doggpound for them
I be you with snitches everytime I'm hittin switches
Ice over 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 hard I'm tearin up the back of my
I'm tryin to reach my dirty red
But hoe won't let me know, which way to go
I'm movin
My chucks come wit a hundred miles of walkin
miles of runnin smellin funny and I'm gunnin nigga
Doggpound crip for life
And we gon party in this all damn night

2x