Luyện nghe bài hát Dogghouse

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

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

4-tay]
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, all about the cabbage
Down in yellobrick my destination, the dogghouse
Toastin remys, fillin' jimmies, we all out
Lookin for the wizard, through the fog
Got some bad ass bitches, to the player's ball
They gon be strippin and ass
Hope you brought your pass
Tray-deee, goldie half dead, the blaze sacks
Bigger than big in l.a.
4 tay representin for the damn 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 when the cutthroat strangles
My hookup, rangers
float like a nationwide sky pager
Them hoes us, talk about bein playas
On the real we can wit you playa haters
We hit the spot, every got a block
What you makin when you take it to a different type of that it pops
Know the dogg the hip rocks, steady bangin
Hoes steady sangin from the gang that we
Yo, it's waniac, the maniac, trip loc won't you that rap

loc]
Park my shit and out, I'm at the homies spot
To see if he floatin me up to the dogghouse
Hit the he lightin, outside little niggas is fightin
bomb, I'm likin
Holla at my I know up in the complex
Nigga ready to ride as soon as he get
Now we ready to roll, hit the store, then the lane
Once again on, big chiefin
Remind me of the noisiest
Ladies all over the place, and super laced
How we like it, in my 5 0 1
my lungs, keepin these homies and bitches on one

2x

[tray
Man I got warrants, bad tax, still sayin it
Headed up to dogghouse swervin in a
on some bomb from my comrade blue
And got my little bitch a contact too
House shoes with the blue khaki and my locs on
Swoopin to some soopafly, my smoke on
Nigga loc got the heat on roast it
4 tay on the way plus the twins is
to set it off bet it's off the hook
Straight crooks, gettin money off the
Makin nothin but that gangsta shit that lovin
Thuggin at the party, fuck goin clubbin

2nd

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

2x