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 know who I am y'all tearing up shit
But we got something old, and something new for tonight
Put hands together for Snoop Doggy Dogg
The Dogg Pound, and the Dramatics

[Snoop Doggy
like everywhere I look, and everywhere I go
I'm hearing 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 niggas is so deceptive
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 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 off your clothes
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
a flea and I'm the big Dogg
I'll 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 spinning to the

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

Well if you give me ten then I'll fuck all ten
See my homey Snoop Doggy sipping 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 fucking block bumping
sweat, but check the technique, I'm unique like 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 hard
A fucking menace, hoes like tennis rackets
It's on again, on and popping
All I see is green, so there no stopping
I want to see some panties
I'm from L.A., she used to chill with Dre up in Compton
(All I ever did was use that hoe
Show her my dickies, get these, and kick flows)
I'm dishing out blues, I'm upsetting bad news
Cut off khakis, french braids, and house
Kurupt, the name's often marked for slugs
And I weed for the fuck of it
and rugged shit, it's unexplanitory how I gets wicked
But it's mandatory that I it
Check it, I'm runnin hoes in 94, now must I it
Hoes call me Sugar Ray for the way I be sticking and
Prepare for a war, it's on, I'm head
Hit the button, and light shit up like Red
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 like

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

Daz out of the motherfucking cut once mo'
So grab a 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 about
The city where I'm from, dumb dumb
As you groove to the shit
The the P-O-you-N-D, the gangsta clique
Now as the Pound break it down the gangsta funk
I can see and I can tell that's what the fuck you
So I blaze up the chronic, so I can get
I promise I'll smoke chronic till the day I die