Luyện nghe bài hát Don Doggy

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

[Verse One: Doggy Dogg]

It's like everywhere I look, and I go
I'm hearin motherfuckers tryin to steal my
But it no thang cause see my nigga Coolio
Put me up on the game when I through the do'
Ya know, some of niggaz is so deceptive
my styles like a contraceptive
I ya get burnt, it seems ya havn't learnt
It's the nick nack 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 wanna holler, 'cause my dollars in ozones
Lone for the break-up, so take off your
and quit to spit at my motherfuckin hoes
Seakin of hoes, get to the point
You think you got the bomb I rolled you a joint
You'se a flea and i'm the big
I'll scratch you off my balls with my motherfuckin
Y'alls, niggaz, better
And see where I'm comin it's still East Side till I die
Why ask As the world keeps spinning to the D-O-Double-G-Y

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

[Verse Kurupt]

Well if you give me ten bitches then fuck all ten
See my homey Snoop Doggy juice and gin
Don't slip, I'm fo' to set trip, to get
Styles vary, packin flavor like Savors
Ain't that somethin, shit and I'm dumpin
I had whole fuckin block bumpin
Don't sweat, but check the tecnique, I'm unique China
Ya never find the then this Nigga behind ya
So peek-a-boo, clear the way, I'm through
One-two, three, you see me
I'm a G like that with hit hard tactics
A fuckin menace, usin hoes tennis rackets
It's on again, on and poppin
All I see is green, so ain't no stoppin
I wanna see some droppin
I'm comin from L.A., she to chill with Dre up in Compton
(All I did was just use that hoe
her my dickies, get with these, and kick flows)
I'm dishin out blues, I'm like bad news
Cut off khakis, french braids, and house
Kurupt, the name's often marked for catchin
and I smoke weed for the of it
Ruff and rugged shit, it's how I gets wicked
but it's manditory that I it
Check it, I'm runnin in 94, now must I prove it
Hoes call me Ray for the way I be stickin and movin
for a war, it's on, I'm head huntin
Hit the button, and light shit up like Red
Peep, the from a verbal assassin
with rhymes packin Tec-9's for some action
You really don't know, do you, you wit a hog
You can't do me, I'm goin out looney like

[Verse Daz]

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

Diggity Daz out of the motherfuckin 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 still screamin that (bitches shit)
Now i'm the mack daddy, had he, not known
the city I'm from, dum diddy dum
As you groove to the shit
The D-O-Double-G the P-O-U-N-D, the gangsta
Now as the break it down with the gangsta 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 chronic till the day that I die