Luyện nghe bài hát Doggy Dogg World

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

Doggy Dogg]
It's like everywhere I look, and I go
I'm hearing motherfuckers trying to steal my
But it ain't no thing cause see my Coolio
Put me up on the when I step through the do'
Ya know, some of niggas is so deceptive
my styles 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 come in
for the break-up, so take off your clothes
And quit to spit at my motherfucking hoes
of hoes, I'll get to the point
You you got the bomb 'cause I rolled you a joint
You'se a and I'm the big Dogg
I'll scratch you off my with my motherfucking paws
Y'alls, niggas, better
And see where I'm coming from it's 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 Dogg
It's a Doggy Dogg World, it's a Doggy World
The World

Well if you give me ten bitches then fuck all ten
See my homey Snoop sipping juice and gin
Don't slip, I'm fo' to set trip, to get
Styles vary, packing like Life Savors
Ain't that something, talk and I'm dumping
I had your whole fucking block
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 through
One-two, three, you see me
I'm a G like strapped with hit hard tactics
A fucking menace, using hoes like rackets
It's on again, on and popping
All I see is green, so there no stopping
I want to see some dropping
I'm coming from L.A., she used to chill Dre up in Compton
(All I ever did was just use hoe
Show her my dickies, get with these, and flows)
I'm dishing out blues, I'm like bad news
Cut off khakis, french braids, and house
Kurupt, the name's marked for catching slugs
And I smoke weed for the of it
Ruff and rugged shit, it's unexplanitory how I wicked
But mandatory that I kick it
Check it, I'm runnin in 94, now must I prove it
call me Sugar Ray for the way I be sticking and moving
Prepare for a war, on, I'm head hunting
Hit the button, and light shit up like Red
Peep, the massacre 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 out looney like O-Dog

Tha Pound rocks the party (all night long)
Tell when (till the morn)
It don't (and uh) it don't quit (for the)
The Dogg Pound clique (to drop the 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 and serve hoes with a fat dick
Till I die I'm still screaming (bitches ain't shit)
Now I'm the mack daddy, had he, not known
The where I'm from, dumb diddy dumb
As you groove to the shit
The D-O-Double-G the P-O-you-N-D, the clique
Now as the Pound it down with the gangsta funk
I can see and I can that's what the fuck you want
So I up the chronic, so I can get high
I promise I'll smoke till the day that I die