Luyện nghe bài hát Don Doggy

We'd like to y'all to the fabulous 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 old, and somethin new for y'all tongiht
Put your hands together for Snoop Doggy
The Dogg Pound, and the Dramatics

[Verse One: Doggy Dogg]

like everywhere I look, and everywhere I go
I'm hearin tryin to steal my flow
But it no thang cause see my nigga Coolio
Put me up on the when I step through the do'
Ya know, some of these niggaz is so
Usin my styles like a
I hope ya get burnt, it ya havn't learnt
It's the nick nack patty wack, I got the bigger sack
So put gun away, run away, 'cause 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
for the break-up, so take off your 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 rolled you a
You'se a flea and i'm the big
scratch you off my balls with my motherfuckin paws
Y'alls, niggaz, better
And see where I'm comin from 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 Dogg's

[Verse Kurupt]

Well if you me ten bitches then I'll fuck all ten
See my homey Doggy sippin juice and gin
slip, I'm fo' to set trip, to get papers
Styles vary, packin like Life Savors
Ain't that somethin, talk shit and I'm
I had your whole block bumpin
Don't sweat, but check the tecnique, I'm unique like
Ya never find the then this Nigga behind ya
So peek-a-boo, the way, I'm coming through
One-two, three, you see me
I'm a G that strapped with hit hard tactics
A menace, usin hoes like tennis rackets
on again, it's on and poppin
All I see is green, so ain't no stoppin
I see some panties droppin
I'm comin from L.A., she used to with Dre up in Compton
(All I ever did was just use hoe
Show her my dickies, get these, and kick flows)
I'm dishin out blues, I'm upsetting like bad
Cut off khakis, french braids, and house
Kurupt, the name's marked for catchin slugs
and I smoke 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
call me Sugar Ray for the way I be stickin and movin
Prepare for a war, on, I'm head huntin
Hit the button, and shit up like Red Dawn
Peep, the massicre from a verbal
Murderin with rhymes packin for some action
You really don't know, do you, you wit a hog
You can't do me, I'm out looney like O-Dog

[Verse Three:

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

Daz out of the motherfuckin cut once mo'
So grab a and grab 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 about
the where I'm from, dum diddy dum
As you groove to the shit
The D-O-Double-G the P-O-U-N-D, the gangsta
Now as the Pound it down with the gangsta funk
I can see and I can tell what the fuck you want
So I up the chronic, so I can get high
I promise I'll smoke chronic the day that I die