Luyện nghe bài hát Doggy Dogg World

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

Doggy Dogg]
It's like everywhere I look, and I go
I'm hearing motherfuckers trying to steal my
But it no thing cause see my nigga Coolio
Put me up on the when I step through the do'
Ya know, some of these niggas is so
Using my styles like a
I hope ya get burnt, it seems ya haven't
the nick nack patty wack, I still got the bigger sack
So put your gun away, run away, 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
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 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 still East Side till I die
Why ask why? As the world keeps to the D-O-Double-G-why

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

Well if you me ten bitches then 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 Life Savors
Ain't that something, talk and I'm dumping
I had your whole block bumping
Don't sweat, but check the technique, I'm 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 rackets
on again, it's on and popping
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 with Dre up in
(All I ever did was just use hoe
Show her my dickies, get with these, and flows)
I'm out blues, I'm upsetting like bad news
Cut off khakis, french braids, and house
Kurupt, the name's often marked for slugs
And I smoke for the fuck of it
Ruff and rugged shit, it's unexplanitory how I gets
But it's that I kick it
Check it, I'm runnin hoes in 94, now must I 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 shit up like Red
Peep, the from a verbal assassin
Murdering 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 looney O-Dog

Tha Dogg Pound rocks the party (all long)
when (till the early morn)
It don't stop (and uh) it quit (for the)
The Dogg Pound clique (to drop the cavvy 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 and serve hoes with a fat dick
Till I die I'm still 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 Pound break it down with the funk
I can see and I can tell that's what the fuck you
So I up the chronic, so I can get high
I I'll smoke chronic till the day that I die