Luyện nghe bài hát Doggy Dogg World

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

[Snoop Doggy
It's like I look, and everywhere I go
I'm motherfuckers trying to steal my flow
But it ain't no cause see my nigga Coolio
Put me up on the game when I through the do'
Ya know, some of these is so deceptive
Using my styles a contraceptive
I hope ya get burnt, it seems ya learnt
It's the nick patty wack, I still got the bigger sack
So put your gun away, run away, 'cause I'm (why?)
Hit em up, get em up, em up, now
Tell me what's on
It make me want to holler, 'cause my dollars in ozones
Lone for the break-up, so take off 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 rolled you a
You'se a and I'm the big Dogg
I'll scratch you off my balls my motherfucking paws
Y'alls, niggas, better
And see where I'm coming from still East Side till I die
Why ask why? As the world keeps spinning to the

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

Well if you give me ten bitches I'll fuck all ten
See my homey Snoop sipping juice and gin
slip, I'm fo' to set trip, to get papers
Styles vary, packing flavor like Life
Ain't that something, talk and I'm dumping
I had whole fucking block bumping
sweat, but check the technique, I'm unique like China
Ya find the bomb-a-rama then 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 hit hard tactics
A fucking menace, using hoes like tennis
on again, it's on and popping
All I see is green, so ain't no stopping
I want to see panties dropping
I'm coming from L.A., she used to with Dre up in Compton
(All I did was just use that 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 often marked for catching slugs
And I smoke weed for the of it
Ruff and shit, it's unexplanitory how I gets wicked
But it's mandatory I kick it
it, I'm runnin 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 with rhymes packing Tec-9's for some
You really don't know, do you, you with a hog
You do me, I'm going out looney like O-Dog

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

Daz out of the motherfucking cut once mo'
So grab a seat and your gin and juice and check out the flow
I flop and serve hoes with a fat dick
Till I die I'm still that (bitches ain't shit)
Now I'm the mack daddy, had he, not known
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 clique
Now as the break it down with the gangsta funk
I can see and I can tell that's what the you want
So I blaze up the chronic, so I can get
I promise I'll smoke chronic till the day I die