Luyện nghe bài hát Don Doggy

We'd like to welcome y'all to the fabulous Carolina
I own motherfucker 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 tongiht
Put hands together for Snoop Doggy Dogg
The Dogg Pound, and the fabulous

[Verse Snoop Doggy Dogg]

It's like I look, and everywhere I go
I'm hearin motherfuckers tryin to steal my
But it ain't no thang cause see my Coolio
Put me up on the game I step through the do'
Ya know, some of niggaz is so deceptive
Usin my styles like a
I hope ya get burnt, it seems ya havn't
It's the nick patty wack, I still got the bigger sack
So put gun away, run away, 'cause i'm back (why?)
Hit em up, get em up, em up, now
me what's goin 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
of hoes, I'll get to the point
You think you got the bomb I rolled you a joint
You'se a and i'm the big Dogg
scratch you off my balls with my motherfuckin paws
Y'alls, niggaz, better
And see where I'm comin from it's still East till I die
Why ask why? As the world keeps spinning to the

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

[Verse Two:

if you give 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 flavor Life Savors
Ain't that somethin, talk and I'm dumpin
I had your whole fuckin bumpin
Don't sweat, but check the tecnique, I'm like 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 like tennis
on again, it's on and poppin
All I see is green, so there no stoppin
I wanna see some panties
I'm comin L.A., she used to chill with Dre up in Compton
(All I did was just use that hoe
Show her my dickies, get these, and kick flows)
I'm dishin out blues, I'm upsetting bad news
Cut off khakis, braids, and house shoes
Kurupt, the name's often marked for catchin
and I weed for the fuck of it
Ruff and rugged shit, unexplanitory how I gets wicked
but manditory that 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 and movin
for a war, it's on, I'm head huntin
Hit the button, and light shit up Red Dawn
Peep, the massicre a verbal assassin
Murderin rhymes packin Tec-9's for some action
You don't know, do you, you fuckin wit a hog
You can't do me, I'm goin out looney O-Dog

[Verse Three:

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

Daz out of the motherfuckin cut once mo'
So grab a seat and grab your gin and and check out the flow
I flip flop and serve hoes a fat dick
I die I'm still screamin that (bitches ain't shit)
Now i'm the mack daddy, had he, not about
the city I'm from, dum diddy dum
As you groove to the gangster
The D-O-Double-G the P-O-U-N-D, the gangsta
Now as the Pound break it down with the 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