Luyện nghe bài hát Doggy Dogg World

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

[Snoop Doggy
It's everywhere I look, and everywhere I go
I'm hearing motherfuckers trying to steal my
But it no thing cause see my nigga Coolio
Put me up on the game when I step the do'
Ya know, some of these niggas is so
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
Tell me what's on
It make me want to holler, 'cause my dollars come in
Lone for the break-up, so take off clothes
And quit trying to at my motherfucking hoes
Seaking of hoes, get to the point
You think you got the 'cause I rolled you a joint
a flea and I'm the big Dogg
I'll scratch you off my with my motherfucking paws
Y'alls, niggas, better
And see I'm coming from 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, it's a Doggy World
It's a Doggy Dogg World, a Doggy Dogg World
The World

Well if you me ten bitches 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 like Life
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 China
Ya never find the 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 that strapped with hit hard tactics
A menace, using hoes like tennis rackets
It's on again, on and popping
All I see is green, so there ain't no
I want to see panties dropping
I'm coming from L.A., she used to chill Dre up in Compton
(All I did was just use that hoe
her my dickies, get with these, and kick flows)
I'm dishing out blues, I'm upsetting bad news
Cut off khakis, french braids, and shoes
Kurupt, the name's often marked for catching
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
call 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 shit up Red Dawn
Peep, the from a verbal assassin
Murdering with rhymes packing for some action
You really know, do you, you fucking 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 stop (and uh) it don't quit (for the)
The Dogg clique (to drop the cavvy Dogg 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 flop and serve hoes with a fat
Till I die I'm screaming that (bitches ain't shit)
Now I'm the mack daddy, had he, not about
The city I'm from, dumb diddy dumb
As you to the gangster shit
The the P-O-you-N-D, the gangsta clique
Now as the Pound break it down with the 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