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 y'all niggas tearing up
But we got something old, and something new for y'all
Put your hands together for Doggy Dogg
The Dogg Pound, and the Dramatics

[Snoop Doggy
It's like everywhere I look, and I go
I'm motherfuckers trying to steal my flow
But it ain't no thing cause see my Coolio
Put me up on the game when I through the do'
Ya know, some of these niggas is so
Using my styles a contraceptive
I hope ya get burnt, it seems ya learnt
It's the nick nack patty wack, I still got the sack
So put gun away, run away, 'cause I'm back (why?)
Hit em up, get em up, em up, now
me what's going on
It me want to holler, 'cause my dollars come in ozones
Lone for the break-up, so off your clothes
And quit trying to at my motherfucking hoes
of hoes, I'll get to the point
You you got the bomb 'cause I rolled you a joint
You'se a and I'm the big Dogg
scratch you off my balls with my motherfucking 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 spinning to the

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

Well if you give me ten then I'll fuck all ten
See my Snoop Doggy sipping juice and gin
slip, I'm fo' to set trip, to get papers
Styles vary, packing flavor Life Savors
Ain't that something, talk shit and I'm
I had your whole fucking block
Don't sweat, but check the technique, I'm unique China
Ya never find the bomb-a-rama this Nigga behind ya
So peek-a-boo, the way, I'm coming through
One-two, three, you see me
I'm a G like that strapped with hit tactics
A fucking menace, using hoes like rackets
on again, it's on and popping
All I see is green, so there no stopping
I want to see panties 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 these, and kick flows)
I'm dishing out blues, I'm like bad news
Cut off khakis, braids, and house shoes
Kurupt, the name's often for catching slugs
And I weed for the fuck of it
Ruff and rugged shit, unexplanitory how I gets wicked
But mandatory that I kick it
Check it, I'm hoes in 94, now must I prove it
Hoes me Sugar Ray for the way I be sticking and moving
Prepare for a war, it's on, I'm hunting
Hit the button, and light up like Red Dawn
Peep, the massacre from a assassin
Murdering rhymes packing Tec-9's for some action
You really don't know, do you, you with a hog
You can't do me, I'm going out looney like

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

Diggity Daz out of the cut once mo'
So a seat and grab your gin and juice and check out the flow
I flip flop and serve hoes with a fat
I die I'm still screaming that (bitches ain't shit)
Now I'm the daddy, had he, not known about
The city where I'm from, diddy dumb
As you to the gangster 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 that's the fuck you want
So I blaze up the chronic, so I can get
I promise I'll smoke chronic the day that I die