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 snoop dogg in the house tonight, with the tray-deee
Waniac, loc and goldie, 4 tay from the bay, what you say
What you say, huh? (we do 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 an apparatus
'cause the niggas I fuck wit, they all the cabbage
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 player's
They gon be strippin and ass
you brought your playa pass
Tray-deee, goldie half dead, the twins sacks
Bigger big everyday in l.a.
4 tay representin for the whole yae, beeyotch

2nd hook: snoop
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 matter how you come, use all
Ties become tangled when the cutthroat
My hookup, rangers
Better like a nationwide sky pager
hoes save us, talk about bein playas
On the real we can deal wit you haters
We hit the spot, every city got a
What you makin when you it to a different type of level that it pops
Know the dogg keep the hip rocks, bangin
Hoes sangin from the gang that we claimin
Yo, it's waniac, the maniac, trip loc won't you spit rap

loc]
Park my and jump out, I'm at the homies spot
To see if he floatin with me up to the
Hit the weed he lightin, outside little niggas is
This bomb, I'm
Holla at my I know up in the complex
ready to ride as soon as he get dressed
Now we ready to roll, hit the store, the carpool lane
Once again it's on, big
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 swervin in a bucket
Puffin on some bomb from my blue
And got my little bitch catch a too
shoes with the blue khaki suit and my locs on
Swoopin to some soopafly, my smoke on
Nigga goldie loc got the on roast it
4 tay on the way plus the is posted
Bout to set it off bet it's off the
Straight crooks, gettin off the books
Makin nothin but that gangsta shit that lovin
Thuggin at the house party, fuck goin

2nd

[goldie
Let me you say pimps, banks, hustlers
all get the money then murder these motherfuckers
Cocksuckers, can't stop us
Now put up your choppers, just in case they rollin wit coppers
I shut em down, doggpound for them
I be seein you with everytime I'm hittin switches
Ice skatin dicthes
I'm to the game, plus 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 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 miles of runnin smellin and I'm gunnin nigga
gangsta crip for life
And we gon party in this all damn night

2x