Luyện nghe bài hát Don Doggy

We'd to welcome y'all 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 tongiht
Put your hands for Snoop Doggy Dogg
The Pound, and the fabulous Dramatics

[Verse One: Doggy Dogg]

It's like I look, and everywhere 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 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 nack patty wack, I still got the bigger sack
So put your gun away, run away, 'cause i'm (why?)
Hit em up, get em up, em up, now
me what's goin on
It make me wanna holler, 'cause my dollars in ozones
Lone for the break-up, so off your clothes
and quit to spit at my motherfuckin hoes
of hoes, I'll get to the point
You think you got the bomb 'cause I rolled you a
You'se a flea and i'm the big
I'll scratch you off my balls with my paws
Y'alls, niggaz, better
And see where I'm comin from it's East Side till I die
Why ask why? As the keeps spinning to the D-O-Double-G-Y

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

[Verse Kurupt]

Well if you give me ten bitches then fuck all ten
See my homey Snoop Doggy juice and gin
Don't slip, I'm fo' to set trip, to get
Styles vary, packin flavor like Savors
Ain't that somethin, talk shit and I'm
I had your whole fuckin bumpin
Don't sweat, but check the tecnique, I'm like China
Ya never find the bomb-a-rama then this behind ya
So peek-a-boo, the way, I'm coming through
One-two, three, you see me
I'm a G like that strapped with hit tactics
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 panties droppin
I'm comin from L.A., she 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 like bad news
Cut off khakis, french braids, and shoes
Kurupt, the name's often marked for catchin
and I smoke weed for the of it
Ruff and rugged shit, it's unexplanitory how I wicked
but it's manditory I kick it
Check it, I'm runnin hoes in 94, now 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 shit up like Red
Peep, the massicre from a assassin
Murderin rhymes packin Tec-9's for some action
You really know, do you, you fuckin 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)
when (till the early morn)
It don't (and uh) it don't quit (for the)
The Dogg Pound clique (to drop the 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 with a fat dick
Till I die I'm still screamin (bitches ain't shit)
Now i'm the daddy, had he, not known about
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 it down with the gangsta funk
I can see and I can tell that's what the fuck you
So I blaze up the chronic, so I can get
I promise I'll smoke till the day that I die