Luyện nghe bài hát Don Doggy

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

[Verse One: Snoop Doggy

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 I step through the do'
Ya know, some of niggaz is so deceptive
Usin my styles 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 gun away, run away, 'cause i'm back (why?)
Hit em up, get em up, em up, now
Tell me goin on
It me wanna holler, 'cause my dollars come in ozones
Lone for the break-up, so off your clothes
and quit tryin to spit at my hoes
Seakin of hoes, I'll get to the
You you got the bomb 'cause I rolled you a joint
a flea and i'm the big Dogg
I'll scratch you off my with my motherfuckin paws
Y'alls, niggaz, recognize
And see where I'm comin from it's still 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, a Doggy Dogg World
a Doggy Dogg World, it's a Doggy Dogg World
The Dogg's

[Verse Two:

Well if you give me ten bitches I'll fuck all ten
See my homey Snoop sippin juice and gin
Don't slip, I'm fo' to set trip, to get
Styles vary, packin flavor Life Savors
Ain't somethin, talk shit and I'm dumpin
I had whole fuckin block bumpin
Don't sweat, but 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, usin like tennis rackets
It's on again, on and poppin
All I see is green, so there ain't no
I wanna see panties droppin
I'm comin from L.A., she used to with Dre up in Compton
(All I did was just use that hoe
Show her my dickies, get with these, and flows)
I'm dishin out blues, I'm like 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, it's unexplanitory how I wicked
but it's that I kick it
Check it, I'm runnin hoes in 94, now must I it
Hoes me Sugar Ray for the way I be stickin and movin
Prepare for a war, it's on, I'm head
Hit the button, and shit up like Red Dawn
Peep, the from 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 goin out looney like

[Verse Three:

Tha Pound rocks 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 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 and serve hoes with a fat dick
Till I die I'm screamin 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 to the gangster shit
The the P-O-U-N-D, the gangsta clique
Now as the Pound break it 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 chronic till the day I die