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 keep it clean, and stay oh so
So so tough, haha

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

The me Honcho
I to Spark-le
I'm 'bout to 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 hoe run, man that hoe better scram
I pimp the land
read ya' motherfuckin' press telegram
Snoop told me that
Now blow me back while I'm pimpin on funky track
Bang E.S. we givin' it up got the bitches singin' the
We blastin' motherfuckers, run up and come
Better, hide yo chest and yo vest
No bullshit, take yo bitches so and so fast (so fast)
Fuck wit' us put a foot up yo ass

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

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

Yeah nigga, Dogghouse, this bitch, yeah

OK, let the spray the K
Dippin hittin' switches over ditches
Callicodes collapse niggas, niggas
or dap and clap niggas, I'M YOUNG GOTTSTRA
Put it up, pistols sizzle a nigga
For shizzle my nigga Kurizzle was nizzle my
LIke a bitch or a busta, bust a, four
surface the air miss wit a homie, for the whistle
Who you thought we was? Temperatures might
everybody feel the fire from the 5's
I told Daz we about to fry niggas fries
And seperate them by 5's, and 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 jaw-jackin' get ?blasted? out the
Let them punk you up
You jumped up and got stomped the down, what now?
Showdown, got your three circus Bozo's
cannot work or see the of a clown
Listen nit wit, you get wit
try to sit wit, and get yo shit split
If you say the word is bond
word is bond, then, I attack like ninja
You rhyme soft like the other
Heather Hunter, fake a fronter
Capital D to the
Capital H-O-U-S-E in ya mouth, oh if ya didn't know
Long Beach City dirty THE SOUTH!

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

Loc]
I came in bangin dub (20 minutes)
All my niggas know I no motherfucking gimp
I get down damn, from damn town
nigga, Dogg Pound bound
How you motherfuckers like me now I do it like
Bust on the microphone, cuss on the
this nigga like Tracy, Tray Deee
Bang his ass, slap his ass in the
him wit the headlock, pistol whippin' wit the glock
Lil' Goldie Loc about to set up
These motherfuckers don't like me
Shit, I ain't got to say, wit no time to play
these motherfuckers thought I was about?
When I bust this bitch i put my dick in her
Now all them niggas got to say
But I'ma tell 'em Goldie don't play, nigga

Deee]
Yeah the genius of the click
Known to sleep a quick
So watch how ya' bump speakin' on the wrist
I drew the diagram how to the game
Never hesitated when it came to thangs
From the shoes buckle when we lock and strap
I'm a real rider you can drop the act
I got stripes and from a life at war
as hard, as niggas claim they sheisty y'all
Criminal, lay 'em down for their stacks and
For the mic, used to trife the mass and gats
Do or die, to survive my time of birth
Then I'm out for gettin' mine till I ride the
It's down, Dogghouse 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?

8x]

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

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