Luyện nghe bài hát Dogghouse

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

Hook 2x: snoop
We got snoop in the house tonight, with the homeboy tray-deee
Waniac, trip loc and goldie, 4 tay the bay, what 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 I fuck wit, they all about the cabbage
Down in yellobrick my destination, the dogghouse
remys, fillin' jimmies, we goin 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 playa pass
Tray-deee, goldie half dead, the blaze sacks
Bigger big everyday in l.a.
4 tay representin for the whole damn yae,

2nd snoop dogg
Dogghouse, it out, and if you ain't dope you gots to get
The out, that's on the o g d p, (say what)
And how it is when you fuckin wit me

Don't matter how you come, use all
Ties become tangled when the cutthroat
My hookup, rangers
float like a nationwide sky pager
Them hoes save us, talk bein playas
On the real we can deal wit you playa
We hit the spot, city got a block
What you makin when you take it to a different type of that it pops
Know the dogg keep the hip rocks, bangin
Hoes steady sangin from the gang we claimin
Yo, waniac, the maniac, trip loc won't you spit that rap

loc]
Park my shit and jump out, I'm at the spot
To see if he floatin me up to the dogghouse
Hit the weed he lightin, outside little niggas is
bomb, I'm likin
Holla at my folks I know up in the
Nigga ready to ride as as he get dressed
Now we ready to roll, hit the store, then the lane
Once again on, big chiefin
me of the noisiest place
Ladies all over the place, and niggas laced
How we like it, in my 5 0 1
Killin my lungs, keepin these 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 from my comrade
And got my little catch a contact too
House shoes the blue khaki suit and my locs on
Swoopin to some soopafly, gettin my on
goldie loc got the heat 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
Makin nothin but that gangsta shit niggas lovin
Thuggin at the house party, fuck goin

2nd

[goldie
Let me hear you say pimps, banks,
Let's all get the money then murder 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 hittin
Ice skatin over
I'm true to the game, plus I'm out to get riches
I be mobbin down the road to bag up my bags
I'm saggin so I'm tearin up the back of my khakis
I'm tryin to reach my dirty red
But this hoe won't let me know, 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