Luyện nghe bài hát Dogghouse In Your Mouth

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

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

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

Now them seventy Thirty gon' hate us
why I play the role, keep control
And throw them off wit' dirty gators
See time was

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

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

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

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

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

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

We slap hoes step on toes of our dada's
And ask them niggas in the Awards
I caught them while y'all 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)

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

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

Put it up, pistols sizzle a nigga
For shizzle my nigga Kurizzle was my nigga
a bitch or a busta, bust a, four fizzle
Surface the air miss wit a homie, for the whistle

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

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

Like this, for the sake of the
nigga 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 ring 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 shit split

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

D to the OGG
Capital in ya mouth
Oh bitch, if ya know
Long City dirty like the south

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

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

I in bangin' dub, minutes
(Twenty minutes)
All my niggas know, I ain't no motherfucking
I get down damn, runnin' damn town
Dogghouse nigga, Pound, bound

How you motherfuckers like me now when I do it
Bust on the microphone, on the microphone
Yeah this nigga like Tracy, 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
These motherfuckers don't me anyway
Shit, I ain't got nothing to say, wit no time to

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

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

the knuckle shoes buckle when we lock and strap
I'm a real rider you can drop the act
I got stripes and bars from a at war
Twice as hard, as niggas claim sheisty y'all

Criminal, lay 'em down for their and sacks
For the mic, used to trife with the and gats
Do or die to from my time of birth
Then I'm out for gettin' mine I ride the hearse

It's going down, gangsta style
And fuck row, we'll take 'em out
We got the rap game bangin' now
What you motherfuckers this game's 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)
Dogghouse in ya
(We'll you go away)

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

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

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

I been a waitin' for a while as you all
And now I'm on the mic doggin' the show
I got platinum 'round my neck that will fade
The name of the Mixmaster Spade

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

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

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