Luyện nghe bài hát Dogghouse

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

Hook 2x: snoop
We got dogg in the house tonight, with the homeboy tray-deee
Waniac, trip loc and goldie, 4 tay the bay, what you say
What you say, huh? (we do like everyday)

4-tay]
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
in yellobrick road my destination, the dogghouse
Toastin remys, jimmies, we goin all out
Lookin for the wizard, through the fog
Got some bad ass bitches, headed to the player's
They gon be strippin and ass
Hope you brought your playa
Tray-deee, half dead, the twins blaze sacks
Bigger big everyday in l.a.
4 tay representin for the whole yae, beeyotch

2nd hook: dogg
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 you fuckin wit me

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

[trip
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, outside little niggas is
This bomb, I'm
at my folks I know up in the complex
Nigga ready to ride as as he get dressed
Now we ready to roll, hit the store, the carpool lane
Once again on, big chiefin
me of the noisiest place
Ladies all over the place, and 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, still fuck it
Headed up to swervin in a bucket
Puffin on some bomb from my blue
And got my bitch catch a contact too
shoes with the blue khaki suit and my locs on
Swoopin to soopafly, gettin my smoke 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 that gangsta that niggas lovin
at the house party, fuck goin clubbin

2nd

[goldie
Let me you say pimps, banks, hustlers
Let's all get the then murder these motherfuckers
Cocksuckers, they stop us
Now put up your choppers, just in case they rollin wit coppers
I shut em down, for them bitches
I be seein you with everytime I'm hittin switches
Ice skatin over
I'm to the game, plus I'm out to get them riches
I be mobbin down the road tryin to bag up my
I'm saggin so I'm tearin up the back of my khakis
I'm tryin to my dogg dirty red
But this hoe let me know, which way to go
I'm movin
My chucks only come wit a miles of walkin
Hundred of runnin smellin funny and I'm gunnin nigga
Doggpound crip for life
And we gon party in this motherfucker all night

2x