Luyện nghe bài hát Dogghouse In Your Mouth

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

[Suga
his here? This for them suckas
Nigga I from a long 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 they ass the fuck out
Bitch quit like a stuck up clown
That's why yo raggety-ass is fucked up now
Freeeeee......hahaha
Bitch swingin' on my dick WEEEEE!
The pimpin' is crackin' so I like mackin' tonight (aight)
Now them 70 niggas? 30 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
Walkin' wit my head down 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 heffer don't act stupid, y'know who I am
The nigga quick to talk and don't give a damn
I tell hoe run, man that hoe better scram
I pimp across the
read ya' motherfuckin' press telegram
Snoop Dogg me that
Now blow me while I'm pimpin on this funky track
Bang E.S. we givin' it up got the singin' the rest
We motherfuckers, run up and come test
Better, hide yo and fasten yo vest
No bullshit, take yo bitches so and so fast (so fast)
Fuck wit' us put a foot up yo ass

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

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

Yeah nigga, Dogghouse, Kurupt bitch, yeah

OK, let the homies the K
hittin' switches bouncin' over ditches
Callicodes collapse niggas, niggas
or dap and clap 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 miss wit a homie, for the whistle
Who you thought we Temperatures might rise
everybody feel the fire from the 5's
I told Daz we to fry niggas like fries
And seperate them by 5's, and light up the
Crip D.P., K-U-R-U-P-T
Dippin' and I'm out, put a dick in yo
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 nigga jaw-jackin' get ?blasted? out the
Let them punk you up
You jumped up and got stomped the fuck down, 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 wanna say the is bond
word is bond, then, I like ninja hunter
You rhyme soft like the other
Hunter, fake a gangbang fronter
Capital D to the
Capital H-O-U-S-E in ya mouth, oh bitch if ya know
Beach City dirty like THE SOUTH!

[King
Suga Free in? I'm in this motherfucker leanin'
I'm to do it umm, meant 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 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 ain't no gimp
I get down damn, runnin' from damn
Dogghouse nigga, Pound bound
How you like me now when I do it like
Bust on the microphone, on the microphone?
this nigga like Tracy, Tray Deee
Bang his ass, his ass in the striz-neet
Catch him wit the headlock, whippin' wit the glock
Lil' Goldie Loc about to set up
These motherfuckers don't like me
Shit, I ain't got nothing to say, wit no to play
these motherfuckers thought I was about?
When I this bitch i put my dick in her mouth
Now all them got something to say
But I'ma tell 'em Lil' don't play, nigga

Deee]
Yeah the genius of the click
to sleep a nigga quick
So watch how ya' gums speakin' on the wrist
I the diagram how to mash the game
Never when it came to blasting thangs
the knuckle 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 with the mass and gats
Do or die, to survive my time of birth
Then I'm out for gettin' mine till I the hearse
It's going down, Dogghouse style
And fuck Death Row, we'll 'em out
We got the whole rap game now (C--RIP!!)
What you motherfuckers this game's about?

8x]

[Mixmaster
Oh, good evening Dogg I'm so glad you're here
All the bitches in the front, the gangsters in the
I'm not Dr. nor Mr. Hyde
told you that, they told you a lie
You been a and a waitin', as I can see
So treat me the pope and bow to your knees
Oh the genius on the mic is again
So get on the phone and go tell a
I been a waitin' for a as you all know
And now I'm on the mic doggin' the show
I got platinum 'round my neck, that never fade
The name of the chain's Spade
A sure shot, body
A c'mon everybody get to rock
A sure shot, body
A everybody..............

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