Luyện nghe bài hát Dogghouse In Your Mouth

[Snoop
1998, Dogghouse Records 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 suckas
Nigga I came from a line of playas
ain't scared of NAR' ONE OF Y'ALL MOTHERFUCKERS!!
I see these niggas wanna see me catch a and get struck out
But I'm laughin', 'bout to knock ass the fuck out
Bitch actin' like a stuck up clown
That's why yo raggety-ass attitude is up now
Freeeeee......hahaha
Bitch on my dick sayin WEEEEE!
The is crackin' so I feel like mackin' tonight (aight)
Now them 70 niggas? 30 gon' us
why I play the role, keep control
and throw off wit' 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 me down and see me fall
Walkin' wit my head down 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, so ya' all know
Now heffer don't act stupid, y'know who I am
The quick to talk shit and don't give a damn
I tell that hoe run, man hoe better scram
I across the land
Better ya' motherfuckin' press telegram
Snoop told me that
Now me back while I'm pimpin on this funky track
E.S. we givin' it up got the bitches singin' the rest
We motherfuckers, run up and come test
Better, hide yo and fasten yo vest
No bullshit, take yo so quick and so fast (so fast)
Fuck us I'll put a foot up yo ass

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

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

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

Like this, for the of the game
Bitch jaw-jackin' get ?blasted? out the frame
Let punk punk you up
You jumped up and got stomped the down, what now?
Showdown, got your three ring Bozo's
cannot or see the tears of a clown
Listen nit wit, you get wit
try to sit wit, and get yo shit split
If you wanna say the word is
word is bond, then, I like ninja hunter
You rhyme soft like the other
Heather Hunter, fake a gangbang
D to the O-G-G
Capital H-O-U-S-E in ya mouth, oh bitch if ya didn't
Long City dirty like THE SOUTH!

Lou]
?Wit Suga in? I'm in this motherfucker leanin'
I'm quick to do it umm, to do it
Stayed on my like the nigga pimpin', watching the corner
Much love to my rippin', in California
it big with my nigga Bad, these 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

[Goldie
I came in bangin dub (20 minutes)
All my know I ain't no motherfucking gimp
I get down damn, runnin' from damn
Dogghouse nigga, Pound bound
How you motherfuckers me now when I do it like
on the microphone, cuss on the microphone?
Yeah this nigga like Tracy, Deee
his ass, slap his ass in the striz-neet
Catch him wit the headlock, pistol wit the glock
Lil' Goldie Loc about to set up
These motherfuckers don't me anyway
Shit, I ain't got nothing to say, wit no to play
What these motherfuckers thought I was
When I bust this bitch i put my dick in her
Now all them got something to say
But I'ma 'em Lil' Goldie don't play, nigga

[Tray
Yeah it's the of the click
to sleep a nigga quick
So watch how ya' gums bump speakin' on the
I drew the diagram how to mash the
hesitated when it came to blasting thangs
From the knuckle buckle when we lock and strap
I'm a real nigga you can drop the act
I got stripes and from a life at war
Twice as hard, as niggas claim they sheisty
Criminal, lay 'em down for their stacks and
For the mic, used to trife the mass and gats
Do or die, to from my time of birth
Then I'm out for gettin' mine till I ride the
It's going down, Dogghouse style
And fuck Death Row, take 'em out
We got the whole rap game 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 bitches in the front, the gangsters in the
I'm not Dr. Jekyll nor Mr.
Whoever told you that, told you a lie
You a waitin' and a waitin', as I can see
So treat me like the pope and bow to your
Oh the genius on the mic is back
So get on the phone and go a friend
I been a for a while as you all know
And now I'm on the mic doggin' the show
I got platinum 'round my neck, that will never
The name of the chain's Mixmaster
A shot, body rockin'
A everybody get ready to rock
A sure shot, body
A everybody..............

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