Luyện nghe bài hát Doggy Dogg World

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

Doggy Dogg]
It's everywhere I look, and everywhere I go
I'm hearing motherfuckers trying to steal my
But it ain't no thing cause see my nigga
Put me up on the game when I 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
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 make me want to holler, 'cause my dollars in ozones
Lone for the break-up, so off your clothes
And quit trying to spit at my 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 scratch you off my balls with my paws
Y'alls, niggas, better
And see where I'm coming it's still East Side till I die
Why ask why? As the world keeps to the D-O-Double-G-why

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

Well if you give me ten bitches 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, flavor like Life Savors
Ain't that something, talk and I'm dumping
I had your whole fucking block
Don't sweat, but check the technique, I'm unique like
Ya find the bomb-a-rama then this Nigga behind ya
So peek-a-boo, clear the way, I'm coming
One-two, three, you see me
I'm a G like that strapped hit hard tactics
A fucking menace, using hoes tennis rackets
It's on again, it's on and
All I see is green, so ain't no stopping
I want to see some panties
I'm coming from L.A., she to chill with Dre up in Compton
(All I ever did was use that hoe
her my dickies, get with these, and kick flows)
I'm dishing out blues, I'm like bad news
Cut off khakis, french braids, and shoes
Kurupt, the name's often marked for slugs
And I smoke for the fuck of it
Ruff and rugged shit, it's how I gets wicked
But it's that I kick it
it, I'm runnin hoes in 94, now must I prove it
Hoes call me Ray for the way I be sticking and moving
for a war, it's on, I'm head hunting
Hit the button, and light shit up like Red
Peep, the massacre from a assassin
Murdering with rhymes Tec-9's for some action
You really 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 (till the early morn)
It don't stop (and uh) it quit (for the)
The Dogg Pound clique (to the cavvy Dogg shit)

Daz out of the motherfucking cut once mo'
So grab a seat and grab your gin and juice and 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 I'm from, dumb diddy dumb
As you groove to the shit
The the P-O-you-N-D, the gangsta clique
Now as the Pound it down with the gangsta funk
I can see and I can tell what the fuck you want
So I up the chronic, so I can get high
I I'll smoke chronic till the day that I die