Luyện nghe bài hát Doggy Dogg World

We'd like to welcome y'all to the fabulous 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 hands for Snoop Doggy Dogg
The Pound, and the fabulous Dramatics

[Snoop Doggy
like everywhere 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 I step through the do'
Ya know, some of these is so deceptive
Using my like a contraceptive
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
me what's going on
It make me want to holler, 'cause my come in ozones
Lone for the break-up, so take off clothes
And quit trying to spit at my motherfucking
Seaking of hoes, get to the point
You think you got the bomb 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 I'm coming from it's still East Side till I die
Why ask why? As the world keeps spinning to the

It's a mixed up world, it's a Doggy Dogg World
It's a 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 juice and gin
slip, I'm fo' to set trip, to get papers
Styles vary, packing flavor like Life
that something, talk shit and I'm dumping
I had whole fucking block bumping
sweat, but check the technique, I'm unique like China
Ya never find the bomb-a-rama then this Nigga ya
So peek-a-boo, clear the way, I'm coming
One-two, three, you see me
I'm a G like that strapped with hit tactics
A fucking menace, using hoes like rackets
It's on again, it's on and
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 just use hoe
Show her my dickies, get these, and kick 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 mandatory I kick it
Check it, I'm runnin hoes in 94, now I prove it
Hoes call me Sugar Ray for the way I be and moving
Prepare for a war, on, I'm head hunting
Hit the button, and light up like Red Dawn
Peep, the massacre from a assassin
Murdering with rhymes 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 rocks the party (all night long)
Tell when (till the morn)
It don't stop (and uh) it don't (for the)
The Dogg Pound clique (to drop the Dogg shit)

Diggity Daz out of the motherfucking cut mo'
So grab a seat and grab your gin and juice and check out the
I flip flop and serve with a fat dick
Till I die I'm screaming that (bitches ain't shit)
Now I'm the daddy, had he, not known about
The where I'm from, dumb diddy dumb
As you groove to the gangster
The D-O-Double-G the P-O-you-N-D, the 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 the day that I die