Luyện nghe bài hát Dogghouse In Your Mouth

[Snoop
1998, Dogghouse Records on the scene
Unlike any other record label, we to get green
And keep it clean, and stay oh so
So rough so tough,

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

The me Honcho
I to Spark-le
I'm 'bout to barbecue a bitch like the
Am I a NO Ya' in my car? NO
My name is Soopafly, bitch so ya' all
Now heffer don't act stupid, 'cause who I am
The nigga quick to talk shit and don't give a
I tell hoe run, man that hoe better scram
I across the land
Better read ya' motherfuckin' press
Snoop told me that
Now blow me back while I'm pimpin on funky track
Bang E.S. we it up got the bitches singin' the rest
We motherfuckers, run up and come test
Better, yo chest and fasten yo vest
No bullshit, yo bitches so quick and so fast (so fast)
wit' us I'll put a foot up yo ass

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

[Snoop and
Dogghouse (woof) in ya (we'll make you go away)
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Yeah nigga, Dogghouse, this bitch, yeah

OK, let the homies the K
hittin' switches bouncin' over ditches
Callicodes collapse niggas, niggas
Trap or dap and clap niggas, I'M GOTTSTRA
Put it up, pistols might a nigga
For my nigga Kurizzle was nizzle my nigga
LIke a bitch or a busta, bust a, four
surface the air miss wit a homie, wait for the
Who you thought we was? might rise
everybody feel the fire from the 5's
I told Daz we to fry niggas like fries
And seperate by 5's, and light up the skies
Crip that D.P.,
Dippin' and I'm out, put a in yo mouth
Dogghouse (woof, woof, woof, woof)
and I'm out, put a dick in yo mouth, ya bitch

Like this, for the sake of the
Bitch jaw-jackin' get ?blasted? out the frame
Let them punk you up
You up and got stomped the fuck down, what now?
Showdown, got your three ring circus
cannot work or see the of a clown
nit wit, you can't get wit
try to sit wit, and get yo split quick
If you say the word is bond
word is bond, then, I attack like hunter
You rhyme soft like the Hunter
Heather Hunter, fake a fronter
Capital D to the
Capital H-O-U-S-E in ya mouth, oh bitch if ya didn't
Long Beach City like THE SOUTH!

Lou]
?Wit Suga 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
love to my niggas rippin', in California
Doin it big with my Bad, these niggas mad
At the 2001 Benz, guzzlin'
It's Dogghouse and we all in,
got a couple of hoes hoppin' out the Rolls, we chillin

[Goldie
I in bangin dub ?minutes? (20 minutes)
All my niggas know I ain't no motherfucking
I get damn, runnin' from damn town
nigga, Dogg Pound bound
How you motherfuckers like me now when I do it
on the microphone, cuss on the microphone?
Yeah this nigga like Tracy, Deee
Bang his ass, his ass in the striz-neet
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 to say, wit no time to play
What these motherfuckers thought I was
When I bust this bitch i put my in her mouth
Now all them got something to say
But tell 'em Lil' Goldie don't play, nigga

[Tray
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 came to thangs
From the knuckle shoes when we lock and strap
I'm a real rider you can drop the act
I got and bars from a life at war
Twice as hard, as niggas claim sheisty y'all
Criminal, lay 'em down for their stacks and
For the mic, used to with the mass and gats
Do or die, to from my time of birth
Then I'm out for mine till I ride the hearse
It's going down, gangsta style
And fuck Row, we'll take 'em out
We got the whole rap bangin' now (C--RIP!!)
What you motherfuckers think this about?

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[Mixmaster
Oh, good evening Topp Dogg I'm so glad here
All the bitches in the front, the gangsters in the
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 treat me like the pope and bow to 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 back on the mic doggin' the
I got 'round my neck, that will never fade
The name of the chain's Spade
A sure shot, body
A c'mon everybody get to rock
A shot, body rockin'
A everybody..............

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