Luyện nghe bài hát Dogghouse

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

2x: snoop dogg
We got snoop dogg in the house tonight, with the tray-deee
Waniac, trip loc and goldie, 4 tay the bay, what you say
What you say, (we do this like 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, don't need an
'cause the I fuck wit, they all about the cabbage
Down in road my destination, the dogghouse
Toastin remys, jimmies, we goin all out
for the wizard, creepin through the fog
Got some bad ass bitches, headed to the player's
They gon be and wigglin ass
Hope you your playa pass
Tray-deee, goldie half dead, the twins sacks
Bigger than big in l.a.
4 tay for the whole damn yae, beeyotch

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 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, rangers
Better float a nationwide sky pager
Them hoes save us, talk about bein
On the real we can wit you playa haters
We hit the spot, every got a block
What you makin you take it to a different type of level that it pops
the dogg keep the hip rocks, steady bangin
Hoes steady sangin from the that we claimin
Yo, it's waniac, the maniac, trip loc won't you spit rap

[trip
Park my shit and out, I'm at the homies spot
To see if he floatin me up to the dogghouse
Hit the weed he lightin, little niggas is fightin
bomb, I'm likin
Holla at my folks I know up in the
Nigga ready to ride as soon as he get
Now we to roll, hit the store, then the carpool lane
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, keepin these homies and on one

2x

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

2nd

[goldie
Let me you say pimps, banks, hustlers
Let's all get the then murder these motherfuckers
Cocksuckers, can't stop us
Now put up your choppers, in case they rollin wit them coppers
I shut em down, doggpound for bitches
I be seein you with 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 so hard I'm tearin up the back of my khakis
I'm tryin to my dogg dirty red
But this hoe won't let me know, way to go
I'm movin
My chucks only come wit a hundred of walkin
Hundred miles of runnin smellin funny and I'm nigga
gangsta crip for life
And we gon party in this all damn night

2x