Luyện nghe bài hát Dogghouse In Your Mouth

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

Free]
What his here? for them suckas
I came from a long line of playas
that scared of NAR' ONE OF Y'ALL MOTHERFUCKERS!!
I see these niggas wanna see me catch a case and get out
But I'm laughin', 'bout to knock they ass the out
Bitch quit actin' a stuck up clown
That's why yo attitude is fucked up now
Freeeeee......hahaha
Bitch swingin' on my sayin WEEEEE!
The pimpin' is crackin' so I feel like tonight (aight)
Now them 70 30 gon' hate us
That's why I play the role, control
and throw them off these dirty gators
See time was
'cause if I me somethin' to eat, shit
I you somethin too, WHAT'S MINE IS YOURS!
BUT NOW?! You'd rather bring me and see me fall
Walkin' wit my head down straight dependin' on

The me Honcho
I to Spark-le
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 heffer act stupid, 'cause y'know who I am
The nigga quick to shit and don't give a damn
I tell hoe run, man that hoe better scram
I pimp the land
Better read ya' press telegram
Snoop Dogg told me
Now me back while I'm pimpin on this funky track
E.S. we givin' it up got the bitches singin' the rest
We blastin' motherfuckers, run up and test
Better, yo chest and fasten yo vest
No bullshit, take yo so quick and so fast (so fast)
Fuck wit' us I'll put a up yo ass

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

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

Yeah nigga, Dogghouse, Kurupt bitch, yeah

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

Like this, for the sake of the
nigga jaw-jackin' get ?blasted? out the frame
Let punk punk you up
You jumped up and got the fuck down, what now?
Showdown, got your three ring 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 wanna say the is bond
word is bond, then, I attack ninja hunter
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 dirty like THE SOUTH!

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

Loc]
I came in dub ?minutes? (20 minutes)
All my niggas know I no motherfucking gimp
I get down damn, runnin' 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, slap his ass in the
Catch him wit the headlock, whippin' wit the glock
Goldie Loc about to set up shop
These don't like me anyway
Shit, I ain't got to say, wit no time to play
What these motherfuckers 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 Lil' Goldie don't play,

[Tray
Yeah it's the genius of the
Known to a nigga quick
So watch how ya' gums bump on the wrist
I drew the diagram how to the game
Never hesitated when it to blasting thangs
From the knuckle shoes buckle when we and strap
I'm a rider nigga you can drop the act
I got stripes and bars from a at war
Twice as hard, as niggas 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
Then I'm out for gettin' mine till I ride the
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 think this game's about?

8x]

[Mixmaster
Oh, good evening Topp Dogg I'm so you're here
All the in the front, the gangsters in the rear
I'm not Dr. nor Mr. Hyde
told you that, they told 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 back
So get on the phone and go tell a
I been a waitin' for a as you all know
And now I'm back on the mic the show
I got platinum 'round my neck, that will never
The name of the chain's Mixmaster
A sure shot, rockin'
A everybody get ready to rock
A sure shot, rockin'
A everybody..............

4x]