Luyện nghe bài hát Don Doggy

We'd like to y'all to the fabulous Carolina West
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 new for y'all tongiht
Put hands together 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 hearin motherfuckers 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 like a contraceptive
I hope ya get burnt, it ya havn't learnt
the nick nack 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 goin on
It make me wanna holler, my dollars come in ozones
Lone for the break-up, so off your clothes
and quit tryin to spit at my motherfuckin
Seakin of hoes, get to the point
You think you got the bomb 'cause I rolled you a
a flea and i'm the big Dogg
I'll scratch you off my 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 crazy mixed up world, a Doggy Dogg World
It's a Doggy Dogg World, it's a Dogg World
The World

[Verse Kurupt]

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
vary, packin flavor like Life Savors
Ain't that somethin, talk and I'm dumpin
I had whole fuckin block bumpin
Don't sweat, but check the tecnique, I'm like China
Ya never find the bomb-a-rama this Nigga 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 hit hard tactics
A fuckin menace, hoes like tennis rackets
on again, it's on and poppin
All I see is green, so ain't no stoppin
I wanna see some panties
I'm from 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, french braids, and shoes
Kurupt, the name's marked for catchin slugs
and I smoke weed for the of it
and rugged shit, it's unexplanitory how I gets wicked
but manditory that I kick it
it, I'm runnin hoes in 94, now must I prove it
Hoes call me Ray for the way I be stickin and movin
Prepare for a war, it's on, I'm huntin
Hit the button, and light shit up like Red
Peep, the massicre a verbal assassin
Murderin with rhymes 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 like O-Dog

[Verse Daz]

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

Daz out of the motherfuckin cut once mo'
So grab a seat and grab your gin and juice and out the flow
I flip and serve hoes with a fat dick
Till I die I'm still that (bitches ain't shit)
Now i'm the mack daddy, had he, not known
the city where I'm from, dum dum
As you groove to the gangster
The the P-O-U-N-D, the gangsta clique
Now as the Pound break it down with the funk
I can see and I can tell that's what the fuck you
So I up the chronic, so I can get high
I promise I'll chronic till the day that I die