Luyện nghe bài hát Don Doggy

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

[Verse One: Doggy Dogg]

It's like everywhere I look, and I go
I'm motherfuckers tryin to steal my flow
But it ain't no thang cause see my Coolio
Put me up on the game when I through the do'
Ya know, some of these niggaz is so
my styles like a contraceptive
I hope ya get burnt, it seems ya havn't
It's the nick 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 holler, 'cause my dollars come in ozones
Lone for the break-up, so take off clothes
and quit tryin to spit at my motherfuckin
Seakin of hoes, I'll get to the
You think you got the bomb 'cause I 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, recognize
And see I'm comin from 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 Doggy Dogg
It's a Doggy World, it's a Doggy Dogg World
The Dogg's

[Verse Two:

Well if you me ten bitches then I'll fuck all ten
See my homey Doggy sippin juice and gin
Don't slip, I'm fo' to set trip, to get
Styles vary, packin like Life Savors
that somethin, talk shit and I'm dumpin
I had your whole fuckin bumpin
Don't sweat, but check the tecnique, I'm unique China
Ya never find the bomb-a-rama then this Nigga ya
So peek-a-boo, clear the way, I'm coming
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, it's on and
All I see is green, so there no stoppin
I wanna see some droppin
I'm comin from L.A., she to chill with Dre up in Compton
(All I ever did was just use hoe
Show her my dickies, get with these, and flows)
I'm out blues, I'm upsetting like bad news
Cut off khakis, french braids, and shoes
Kurupt, the name's often for catchin slugs
and I smoke for the fuck of it
Ruff and shit, it's unexplanitory how I gets wicked
but manditory that 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 head
Hit the button, and shit up like Red Dawn
Peep, the massicre from a verbal
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 goin out looney like

[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 the cavvy Dogg shit)

Daz out of the motherfuckin cut once mo'
So grab a seat and 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 daddy, had he, not known about
the city where I'm from, dum dum
As you to the gangster 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 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