Luyện nghe bài hát Doggy Dogg World

We'd like to welcome to the fabulous Carolina West
I own this motherfucker and my name is
Y'all niggas who I am y'all niggas tearing up shit
But we got old, and something new for y'all tonight
Put hands together for Snoop Doggy Dogg
The Dogg Pound, and the Dramatics

[Snoop Dogg]
It's everywhere I look, and everywhere I go
I'm hearing motherfuckers trying to steal my
But it ain't no thing see my nigga Coolio
Put me up on the game I step through the do'
Ya know, some of these niggas is so
my styles like a contraceptive
I ya get burnt, it seems ya haven't learnt
It's the nick nack patty wack, I got the bigger sack
So put gun away, run away, 'cause I'm back (why?)
Hit em up, get em up, em up, now
Tell me what's on
It make me want to holler, my dollars come in ozones
for the break-up, so take off your clothes
And quit to spit at my motherfucking hoes
Seaking of hoes, I'll get to the
You think you got the bomb 'cause I you a joint
You'se a flea and I'm the big
scratch you off my balls with my motherfucking paws
Y'alls, niggas, better
And see where I'm coming from it's East Side till I die
Why ask why? As the keeps spinning to the D-O-Double-G-why

It's a mixed up world, it's a Doggy Dogg World
It's a Doggy Dogg World, it's a Dogg World
The Dogg's

Well if you give me ten bitches then I'll all ten
See my homey Snoop sipping juice and gin
Don't slip, I'm fo' to set trip, to get
Styles vary, packing flavor Life Savors
that something, talk shit and I'm dumping
I had your fucking block bumping
Don't sweat, but check the technique, I'm unique China
Ya never find the bomb-a-rama then Nigga behind ya
So peek-a-boo, clear the way, I'm through
One-two, three, you see me
I'm a G like that strapped with hit tactics
A fucking menace, using hoes tennis rackets
on again, it's on and popping
All I see is green, so ain't no stopping
I want to see some dropping
I'm from L.A., she used to chill with Dre up in Compton
(All I ever did was just use hoe
Show her my dickies, get with these, and flows)
I'm dishing out blues, I'm like bad news
Cut off khakis, french braids, and house
Kurupt, the name's often marked for slugs
And I smoke weed for the of it
and rugged shit, it's unexplanitory how I gets wicked
But it's mandatory that I it
Check it, I'm hoes in 94, now must I prove it
Hoes call me Sugar Ray for the way I be sticking and
Prepare for a war, it's on, I'm hunting
Hit the button, and light up like Red Dawn
Peep, the massacre a verbal assassin
Murdering with rhymes packing for some action
You really don't know, do you, you with a hog
You can't do me, I'm going out looney O-Dog

Tha Dogg Pound rocks the (all night long)
Tell (till the early morn)
It don't stop (and uh) it don't (for the)
The Dogg Pound clique (to drop the Dogg shit)

Diggity Daz out of the cut once mo'
So grab a seat and grab gin and juice and check out the flow
I flip flop and serve hoes with a fat
Till I die I'm screaming that (bitches ain't shit)
Now I'm the daddy, had he, not known about
The city where I'm from, dumb dumb
As you groove to the gangster
The D-O-Double-G the P-O-you-N-D, the gangsta
Now as the break it down with the gangsta funk
I can see and I can tell that's the fuck you want
So I up the chronic, so I can get high
I promise smoke chronic till the day that I die