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
niggaz know who I am y'all niggaz tearin up shit
But we got somethin old, and somethin new for y'all
Put your hands together for Snoop Dogg
The Pound, and the fabulous Dramatics

[Verse Snoop Doggy Dogg]

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

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

[Verse Kurupt]

Well if you me ten bitches then I'll fuck all ten
See my homey Snoop Doggy juice and gin
slip, I'm fo' to set trip, to get papers
Styles vary, packin flavor Life Savors
that somethin, talk shit and I'm dumpin
I had your whole fuckin block
sweat, but check the tecnique, I'm unique like China
Ya never find the bomb-a-rama 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 strapped with hit hard tactics
A fuckin menace, hoes like tennis rackets
It's on again, on and poppin
All I see is green, so there no stoppin
I wanna see some droppin
I'm comin from L.A., she used to with Dre up in Compton
(All I ever did was just use hoe
her my dickies, get with these, and kick flows)
I'm dishin out blues, I'm upsetting like bad
Cut off khakis, braids, and house shoes
Kurupt, the often marked for catchin slugs
and I weed for the fuck of it
Ruff and rugged shit, unexplanitory how I gets wicked
but it's manditory I kick it
Check it, I'm runnin in 94, now must I prove it
Hoes call me Sugar Ray for the way I be stickin and
Prepare for a war, it's on, I'm huntin
Hit the button, and shit up like Red Dawn
Peep, the from a verbal assassin
Murderin with rhymes packin for some action
You really don't know, do you, you wit a hog
You can't do me, I'm goin out like O-Dog

[Verse Three:

Tha Dogg Pound the party (all night long)
Tell (till the early morn)
It don't stop (and uh) it don't (for the)
The Dogg Pound clique (to drop the Dogg shit)

Daz out of the motherfuckin cut once mo'
So grab a seat and grab your gin and juice and check out the
I flip flop and hoes with a fat dick
Till I die I'm still screamin (bitches ain't shit)
Now i'm the mack daddy, had he, not about
the city I'm from, dum diddy dum
As you to the gangster shit
The D-O-Double-G the P-O-U-N-D, the gangsta
Now as the Pound break it with the gangsta funk
I can see and I can tell that's what the you want
So I up the chronic, so I can get high
I I'll smoke chronic till the day that I die