Luyện nghe bài hát Dogghouse

Gimme some of g shit goldie 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, loc and goldie, 4 tay from the bay, what you say
you say, huh? (we do this like everyday)

[rappin'
Did ya get the dank, did ya get the
I got the dank, you got the gas in the tank?
V.i.p. status, need an apparatus
'cause the niggas I fuck wit, they all about the
Down in road my destination, the dogghouse
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 strippin and ass
Hope you brought your playa
Tray-deee, goldie half dead, the twins blaze
Bigger than big in l.a.
4 tay for the whole damn yae, beeyotch

2nd snoop dogg
Dogghouse, turnin it out, and if you ain't dope you 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 matter how you come, use all
become tangled when the cutthroat strangles
My hookup, rangers
Better float like a sky pager
Them hoes save us, talk about bein
On the real we can deal wit you haters
We hit the spot, every city got a
What you when you take it to a different type of level that it pops
Know the dogg keep the hip rocks, steady
Hoes steady sangin the gang that we claimin
Yo, waniac, the maniac, trip loc won't you spit that rap

[trip
Park my shit and jump out, I'm at the spot
To see if he with me up to the dogghouse
Hit the weed he lightin, little niggas is fightin
This bomb, I'm
Holla at my folks I know up in the
Nigga ready to as soon as he get dressed
Now we ready to roll, hit the store, then the carpool
Once again on, big chiefin
me of the noisiest place
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, sayin fuck it
Headed up to dogghouse swervin in a
on some bomb from my comrade blue
And got my little bitch a contact too
shoes with 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, money off the books
Makin nothin but gangsta shit that niggas lovin
Thuggin at the party, fuck goin clubbin

2nd

[goldie
Let me you say pimps, banks, hustlers
Let's all get the money then murder these
Cocksuckers, they stop us
Now put up your choppers, just in case they rollin wit coppers
I shut em down, doggpound for bitches
I be seein you snitches everytime I'm hittin switches
Ice skatin over
I'm true to the game, I'm out to get them 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 dogg red
But this hoe let me know, which way to go
I'm slow
My chucks only wit a hundred miles of walkin
Hundred miles of smellin funny and I'm gunnin nigga
Doggpound gangsta crip for
And we gon party in this all damn night

2x