Luyện nghe bài hát Dogghouse In Your Mouth

[Snoop
1998, Dogghouse steps 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 here? for them suckas
Nigga I came from a line of playas
that ain't scared of NAR' ONE OF 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' like a stuck up
That's why yo raggety-ass attitude is up now
Freeeeee......hahaha
Bitch swingin' on my dick WEEEEE!
The pimpin' is crackin' so I feel like mackin' (aight)
Now them 70 30 gon' hate us
That's why I the role, keep control
and throw them off wit' these dirty
See time was
if I bought me somethin' to eat, shit
I bought you too, WHAT'S MINE IS YOURS!
BUT NOW?! You'd rather bring me and see me fall
wit my head down straight dependin' on y'all

The call me
I to Spark-le
I'm 'bout to a bitch like the charcoal
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 shit and don't give a damn
I tell that hoe run, man that hoe better
I pimp the land
Better read ya' motherfuckin' telegram
Snoop Dogg told me
Now me back while I'm pimpin on this funky track
Bang E.S. 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 wit' us put a foot up yo ass

Dogg]
Collect calls from the pen, so I it in the kitchen
The homie say, him naked pictures of bitches
And if they talkin' backwards, have a homie's jackup
That nigga fucked Pat up, fuck havin' a tack up
We slap that step on toes of our DaDa's
and ask them niggas in the Source Awards I caught them
while y'all was pacin', the homies was bringin' up
Eliminating fake while 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' switches bouncin' ditches
collapse niggas, perhaps niggas
Trap or dap and clap niggas, I'M GOTTSTRA
Put it up, pistols might sizzle a
For shizzle my nigga Kurizzle was 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? Temperatures might
Before feel the fire from the 5's
I told Daz we about to fry niggas like
And seperate them by 5's, and up the skies
Crip that D.P.,
Dippin' and I'm out, put a dick in yo
Dogghouse (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, what
Showdown, got your three ring Bozo's
work or see the tears of a clown
Listen nit wit, you get wit
try to sit wit, and get yo shit quick
If you wanna say the is bond
word is bond, then, I like ninja hunter
You rhyme soft the other Hunter
Heather Hunter, fake a gangbang
D to the O-G-G
Capital in ya mouth, oh bitch if ya didn't know
Long City dirty like THE SOUTH!

[King
?Wit Suga Free in? I'm in motherfucker leanin'
I'm quick to do it umm, to do it
on my toes like the nigga pimpin', watching the corner
Much love to my niggas rippin', in
Doin it big my nigga Bad, these niggas mad
At the Benz, guzzlin' Henn
It's Dogghouse and we all in,
Goldie got a of hoes 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 town
nigga, Dogg Pound bound
How you motherfuckers like me now when I do it
Bust on the microphone, cuss on the
Yeah this like Tracy, Tray Deee
his ass, slap his ass in the striz-neet
Catch him wit the headlock, pistol wit the glock
Goldie Loc about to set up shop
These motherfuckers like me anyway
Shit, I ain't got to say, wit no time to play
What these motherfuckers thought I was
When I bust bitch i put my dick in her mouth
Now all them got something to say
But I'ma tell 'em Lil' Goldie play, nigga

[Tray
it's the genius of the click
Known to sleep a quick
So watch how ya' bump speakin' on the wrist
I the diagram how to mash the game
hesitated when it came to blasting 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 claim they sheisty y'all
Criminal, lay 'em down for their stacks and
For the mic, used to trife with the mass and
Do or die, to survive from my time of
Then I'm out for gettin' mine I ride the hearse
going down, Dogghouse gangsta style
And fuck Death Row, we'll 'em out
We got the whole rap game now (C--RIP!!)
What you motherfuckers think game's about?

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[Mixmaster
Oh, good 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 a waitin' and a waitin', 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 phone and go tell a
I been a for a while as you all know
And now I'm back on the mic doggin' the
I got platinum my neck, that will never fade
The of the chain's Mixmaster Spade
A sure shot, rockin'
A c'mon everybody get ready to
A sure shot, body
A everybody..............

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