Luyện nghe bài hát Dogghouse In Your Mouth

[Snoop
1998, Dogghouse steps on the scene
Unlike any other record label, we plan to get
And it clean, and stay oh so mean
So so tough, haha

Free]
What his This for them suckas
Nigga I from a long line of playas
that ain't scared of ONE OF Y'ALL MOTHERFUCKERS!!
I see niggas wanna see me catch a case and get struck out
But I'm laughin', 'bout to they ass the fuck out
Bitch quit like a stuck up clown
why yo raggety-ass attitude is fucked up now
Freeeeee......hahaha
Bitch on my dick sayin WEEEEE!
The pimpin' is crackin' so I feel mackin' tonight (aight)
Now 70 niggas? 30 gon' hate us
That's why I play the role, control
and throw off wit' these dirty gators
See time was
'cause if I me somethin' to eat, shit
I bought you somethin too, WHAT'S IS YOURS!
BUT NOW?! You'd rather bring me and see me fall
Walkin' wit my head down dependin' on y'all

The me Honcho
I like to
I'm to barbecue a bitch like the charcoal
Am I a star? NO Ya' in my NO
My name is Soopafly, so ya' all know
Now don't act stupid, 'cause 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 across the land
Better read ya' motherfuckin' press
Dogg told me that
Now blow me back while I'm pimpin on this track
E.S. we givin' it up got the bitches singin' the rest
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)
wit' us I'll put a foot up yo ass

[Ruff
Collect calls from the pen, so I catch it in the
The homie say, send him naked pictures of
And if they talkin' backwards, he'll a homie's jackup
That nigga fucked Pat up, fuck havin' a tack up
We slap hoes that step on toes of our
and ask niggas in the Source Awards when I caught them
while y'all was pacin', the homies was bringin' up
Eliminating fake niggas while I'm paper

[Snoop and
Dogghouse (woof) in ya mouth (we'll you go away)
4X]

Yeah nigga, Dogghouse, this Kurupt bitch,

OK, let the spray the K
Dippin switches bouncin' over ditches
Callicodes niggas, perhaps niggas
or dap and clap niggas, I'M YOUNG GOTTSTRA
Put it up, pistols sizzle a nigga
For shizzle my Kurizzle was nizzle my nigga
LIke a bitch or a busta, bust a, fizzle
surface the air miss wit a homie, for the whistle
Who you thought we Temperatures might rise
Before everybody feel the fire the 5's
I told Daz we to fry niggas like fries
And them by 5's, and light up the skies
that D.P., K-U-R-U-P-T
Dippin' and I'm out, put a dick in yo
gangstas (woof, woof, woof, woof)
Dippin' and I'm out, put a dick in yo mouth, ya

Like this, for the of the game
Bitch nigga 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
Listen nit wit, you get wit
try to sit wit, and get yo shit split
If you wanna say the word is
word is bond, then, I attack like hunter
You rhyme soft like the Hunter
Heather Hunter, fake a fronter
D to the O-G-G
Capital H-O-U-S-E in ya mouth, oh bitch if ya know
Long Beach dirty like THE SOUTH!

[King
?Wit Suga Free in? I'm in this motherfucker
I'm to do it umm, meant to do it
Stayed on my toes the nigga pimpin', watching the corner
Much love to my rippin', in California
Doin it big with my Bad, these niggas mad
At the 2001 Benz, Henn
It's Dogghouse and we all in,
Goldie got a couple of hoppin' out the Rolls, we chillin

[Goldie
I came in bangin dub (20 minutes)
All my know I ain't no motherfucking gimp
I get down damn, runnin' from damn
Dogghouse nigga, Dogg bound
How you motherfuckers like me now I do it like
Bust on the microphone, cuss on the
Yeah this nigga Tracy, Tray Deee
Bang his ass, his ass in the striz-neet
Catch him wit the headlock, pistol whippin' wit the
Lil' Loc about to set up shop
motherfuckers don't like me anyway
Shit, I ain't got nothing to say, wit no time to
What motherfuckers thought I was about?
When I bust this bitch i put my dick in her
Now all them got something to say
But I'ma tell 'em Lil' Goldie don't play,

Deee]
Yeah the genius of the click
Known to sleep a quick
So watch how ya' gums bump on the wrist
I the diagram how to mash the game
Never hesitated when it to blasting thangs
From the knuckle shoes buckle we lock and strap
I'm a real rider nigga you can the act
I got and bars from a life at war
as hard, as niggas claim they sheisty y'all
Criminal, lay 'em for their stacks and sacks
For the mic, used to with the mass and gats
Do or die, to survive from my of birth
I'm out for gettin' mine till I ride the hearse
It's going down, gangsta style
And Death Row, we'll take 'em out
We got the whole rap bangin' now (C--RIP!!)
What you motherfuckers think this about?

8x]

[Mixmaster
Oh, good evening Topp Dogg I'm so glad you're
All the in the front, the gangsters in the rear
I'm not Dr. nor Mr. Hyde
Whoever told you that, told you a lie
You been a and a waitin', 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 waitin' for a as you all know
And now I'm back on the mic doggin' the
I got platinum 'round my neck, that will never
The name of the Mixmaster Spade
A sure shot, body
A c'mon get ready to rock
A shot, body rockin'
A everybody..............

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