Luyện nghe bài hát Don Doggy

We'd like to welcome to the fabulous Carolina West
I own motherfucker and my name is Taa-Dow
Y'all 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 Dogg Pound, and the fabulous

One: Snoop Doggy Dogg]

It's like everywhere I look, and I go
I'm hearin tryin to steal my flow
But it ain't no thang 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 patty wack, I still got the 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 in ozones
Lone for the break-up, so take off your
and quit tryin to at my motherfuckin hoes
Seakin of hoes, I'll get to the
You think you got the bomb I rolled you a joint
You'se a and i'm the big Dogg
I'll scratch you off my balls with my motherfuckin
Y'alls, niggaz, better
And see I'm comin from it's still East Side till I die
Why ask why? As the world keeps to the D-O-Double-G-Y

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

[Verse Two:

Well if you me ten bitches then I'll fuck all ten
See my Snoop Doggy sippin juice and gin
slip, I'm fo' to set trip, to get papers
Styles vary, packin flavor like Savors
Ain't that somethin, talk shit and I'm
I had your whole fuckin block
Don't sweat, but check the tecnique, I'm unique like
Ya never the bomb-a-rama 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 strapped with hit hard
A fuckin menace, usin hoes like 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 used to chill with Dre up in
(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 bad news
Cut off khakis, french braids, and house
Kurupt, the often marked for catchin slugs
and I smoke 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 hoes in 94, now must I prove it
Hoes call me Sugar Ray for the way I be stickin and
for a war, it's on, I'm head huntin
Hit the button, and light up like Red Dawn
Peep, the massicre a verbal assassin
Murderin with rhymes packin for some action
You don't know, do you, you fuckin wit a hog
You can't do me, I'm out looney like O-Dog

[Verse Three:

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

Diggity Daz out of the motherfuckin cut mo'
So grab a seat and grab your gin and juice and check out the
I flop and serve hoes with a fat dick
Till I die I'm still that (bitches ain't shit)
Now i'm the mack daddy, had he, not known
the where I'm from, dum diddy dum
As you groove to the shit
The the P-O-U-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 fuck you
So I up the chronic, so I can get high
I I'll smoke chronic till the day that I die