Luyện nghe bài hát Dogghouse In Your Mouth

1998, Records steps on the scene
Unlike any other record label, we plan to get
And keep it clean and oh, so mean
So rough, so

What is it? This for them,
Nigga, I came from a long line of
That ain't of nar' one of y'all, motherfuckers
I see these niggas wanna see me a case and get struck out
But I'm laughin' to knock they ass the fuck out

Bitch, quit actin' a stuck up clown
That's why yo ass attitude is fucked up now
Suga Free, bitch on my dick sayin', wee
The pimpin' is crackin' so I feel like mackin'
(Aight)

Now them seventy niggas? Thirty hate us
why I play the role, keep control
And throw them off these dirty gators
See time was

'Cuz if I me somethin' to eat, shit
I you somethin' too, what's mine is yours
But now you'd bring me down and see me fall
wit my head down, straight, dependin' on y'all

The call me Honcho, I to sparkle
I'm 'bout to barbecue a bitch like the
Am I a star? No, ya' in my No
My name is Soopafly, so ya' all know

Now heffer act stupid, 'cuz y'know who I am
The nigga quick to talk shit and don't give a
I tell that hoe run, man that hoe better
I pimp across the land, better read ya' press telegram

Snoop Dogg me that
Now blow me while I'm pimpin' on this funky track
Bang ES, we givin' it up, got the singin' the rest
We motherfuckers, run up and come test

Better, yo chest and fasten yo vest
No bullshit, take yo bitches so and so fast
(So fast)
wit' us, I'll put a foot up yo ass

Collect calls from the pen so I it in the kitchen
The homie say, him naked pictures of bitches
And if they talkin' backwards, he'll have a homie's up
That fucked Pat up, fuck havin' a homies tack up

We slap hoes that step on toes of our
And ask them in the Source Awards
When I caught them while was pacin', the homies
Was up situations, eliminating fake niggas while I'm paper chasin'

in ya mouth
(We'll you go away)
Dogghouse in ya
(We'll you go away)

Dogghouse in ya
(We'll you go away)
Dogghouse in ya
(Yeah nigga, Dogghouse, Kurupt bitch, yeah
We'll you go away)

Okay, let the spray the K
Dippin', switches bouncin' over ditches
Callicodes, collapse niggas, niggas
Trap or dap and niggas, I'm young gottstra

Put it up, might sizzle a nigga
For shizzle my nigga Kurizzle was nizzle my
Like a or a busta, bust a, four fizzle
the air miss wit a homie, wait for the whistle

Who you we was? Temperatures might rise
Before everybody feel the fire the five's
I told Daz we about to fry niggas fries
And separate by five's and light up the skies

that D P, KURUPT
Dippin' and I'm out, put a dick in yo
gangstas
(Woof, woof, woof, woof)
Dippin' and I'm out, put a in yo mouth, ya bitch

this, for the sake of the game
Bitch jaw jackin', get blasted out the frame
Let them punk, you up
You jumped up and got stomped the fuck down, now?

Showdown, got your three circus Bozo's
Cannot work or see the tears of a
nit wit, you can't get wit
Try to sit, wit, and get yo split quick

If you wanna say the is bond
Word is bond then I attack like ninja
You rhyme soft like the other
Heather Hunter, a gang bang fronter

D to the OGG
Capital in ya mouth
Oh bitch, if ya didn't
Long Beach dirty like the south

Wit Suga in, I'm in this motherfucker leanin'
I'm to do it, umm, meant to do it
Stayed on my like the nigga pimpin', watching the corner
Much love to my niggas rippin' in

it big with my nigga bad, these niggas mad
At the 2001 Benz, guzzlin'
Dogghouse and we all in, ballin'
Goldie got a couple of hoes hoppin' out the Rolls, we

I came in dub, minutes
(Twenty minutes)
All my niggas know, I no motherfucking gimp
I get damn, runnin' from damn town
nigga, Dogg Pound, bound

How you like me now when I do it like?
Bust on the microphone, 'cuss on the
this nigga like Tracy, Tray Dee
Bang his ass, slap his ass in the striz

him wit the headlock, pistol whippin' wit the glock
Lil' Goldie Loc about to set up
motherfuckers don't like me anyway
Shit, I ain't got nothing to say, wit no time to

What these motherfuckers I was about?
When I bust this bitch I put my dick in her
Now all niggas got something to say
But I'ma tell 'em Goldie don't play, nigga

Yeah, it's the genius of the
to sleep a nigga quick
So watch how ya' bump speakin' on the wrist
I drew the diagram how to mash the
Never hesitated it came to blasting thangs

From the knuckle shoes buckle when we lock and
I'm a rider nigga you can drop the act
I got stripes and from a life at war
Twice as hard, as niggas claim they y'all

Criminal, lay 'em down for their stacks and
For the mic, to trife with the mass and gats
Do or die to survive my time of birth
Then I'm out for mine till I ride the hearse

going down, Dogghouse gangsta style
And death row, we'll take 'em out
We got the whole rap game now
What you motherfuckers think this about?

Dogghouse in ya
(We'll you go away)
in ya mouth
(We'll you go away)

Dogghouse in ya
(We'll you go away)
in ya mouth
(We'll you go away)

in ya mouth
Dogghouse in ya
in ya mouth
Dogghouse in ya

Oh, good evening Dogg I'm so glad you're here
All the bitches in the front, the gangsters in the
I'm not Dr. nor Mr. Hyde
Whoever you that, they told you a lie

You been a waitin' and a as I can see
So me like the pope and bow to your knees
Oh the genius on the mic is again
So get on the phone and go a friend

I been a for a while as you all know
And now I'm on the mic doggin' the show
I got platinum 'round my neck that will never
The name of the chain's Mixmaster

A shot, a body rockin'
A c'mon get ready to rock
A sure shot, a body
A c'mon

Dogghouse in ya
(We'll you go away)
in ya mouth
(We'll you go away)

in ya mouth
(We'll you go away)
Dogghouse in ya
(We'll you go away)