Luyện nghe bài hát Doggy Dogg World

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

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

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

Well if you give me ten bitches then I'll all ten
See my homey Snoop Doggy sipping and gin
slip, I'm fo' to set trip, to get papers
Styles vary, packing flavor like Savors
Ain't that something, shit and I'm dumping
I had whole fucking block bumping
Don't sweat, but the technique, I'm unique like 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 with hit hard tactics
A fucking menace, using hoes like tennis
It's on again, it's on and
All I see is green, so there ain't no
I to see some panties dropping
I'm coming from L.A., she used to chill Dre up in Compton
(All I ever did was just use hoe
her my dickies, get with these, and kick flows)
I'm out blues, I'm upsetting like bad news
Cut off khakis, french braids, and shoes
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 I kick it
Check it, I'm runnin hoes in 94, now I prove it
Hoes call me Ray for the way I be sticking and moving
Prepare for a war, it's on, I'm head
Hit the button, and light up like Red Dawn
Peep, the massacre a verbal assassin
with rhymes packing Tec-9's for some action
You don't know, do you, you fucking with a hog
You can't do me, I'm going out like O-Dog

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

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