Luyện nghe bài hát Dogghouse In Your Mouth

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

Free]
What his here? This for suckas
Nigga I came 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', to knock they ass the fuck out
quit actin' like 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 mackin' tonight (aight)
Now them 70 30 gon' hate us
That's why I play the role, control
and them off wit' these dirty gators
See time was
'cause if I bought me to eat, shit
I bought you too, WHAT'S MINE IS YOURS!
BUT NOW?! You'd bring me down and see me fall
wit my head down straight dependin' on y'all

The me Honcho
I like to
I'm 'bout to a bitch like the charcoal
Am I a star? NO Ya' in my NO
My is Soopafly, bitch so ya' all know
Now don't act stupid, 'cause y'know who I am
The nigga to talk shit 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 told me
Now blow me back while I'm pimpin on this track
E.S. we givin' it up got the bitches singin' the rest
We blastin' motherfuckers, run up and come
Better, hide yo and fasten yo vest
No bullshit, yo bitches so quick and so fast (so fast)
Fuck wit' us I'll put a up yo ass

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

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

OK, let the spray the K
hittin' switches bouncin' over ditches
Callicodes collapse niggas, niggas
Trap or dap and clap niggas, I'M 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 wit a homie, wait for the whistle
Who you thought we was? Temperatures rise
Before everybody feel the from the 5's
I told Daz we to fry niggas like fries
And seperate by 5's, and light up the skies
that 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 of the game
nigga jaw-jackin' get ?blasted? out the frame
Let them punk you up
You jumped up and got stomped the down, what now?
Showdown, got three ring circus Bozo's
work or see the tears of a clown
Listen nit wit, you get wit
try to sit wit, and get yo split quick
If you say the word is bond
word is bond, then, I attack like hunter
You rhyme soft like the Hunter
Heather Hunter, fake a fronter
Capital D to the
Capital H-O-U-S-E in ya mouth, oh bitch if ya know
Long City dirty like THE SOUTH!

Lou]
?Wit Free in? I'm in this 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
it big with my nigga Bad, these niggas mad
At the Benz, guzzlin' Henn
It's and we all in, ballin'
Goldie got a couple of hoes out the Rolls, we chillin

[Goldie
I came in bangin dub (20 minutes)
All my niggas know I ain't no gimp
I get down damn, runnin' from town
nigga, Dogg Pound bound
How you motherfuckers like me now I do it like
Bust on the microphone, on the microphone?
this nigga like Tracy, Tray Deee
Bang his ass, slap his ass in the
Catch him wit the headlock, whippin' wit the glock
Lil' Goldie Loc 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 bitch i put my dick in her mouth
Now all them niggas got to say
But I'ma tell 'em Lil' Goldie play, nigga

Deee]
Yeah it's the of the click
Known to sleep a nigga
So watch how ya' gums bump on the wrist
I drew the diagram how to mash the
Never when it came to blasting thangs
From the knuckle shoes buckle we lock and strap
I'm a real rider you can drop the act
I got stripes and from a life at war
Twice as hard, as niggas claim sheisty y'all
Criminal, lay 'em for their stacks and sacks
For the mic, used to trife with the mass and
Do or die, to survive my time of birth
Then I'm out for mine till I ride the hearse
It's going down, gangsta style
And Death Row, we'll take 'em out
We got the whole rap bangin' now (C--RIP!!)
What you motherfuckers this game's about?

8x]

[Mixmaster
Oh, good evening Topp I'm so glad you're here
All the bitches in the front, the in the rear
I'm not Dr. Jekyll nor Mr.
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 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, that will fade
The name of the chain's Mixmaster
A sure shot, rockin'
A everybody get ready to rock
A sure shot, rockin'
A everybody..............

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