Luyện nghe bài hát Don Doggy

We'd like to welcome to the fabulous Carolina West
I own this motherfucker and my name is
Y'all niggaz know who I am y'all niggaz 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 Snoop Doggy Dogg]

It's like everywhere I look, and I go
I'm hearin motherfuckers tryin to my flow
But it ain't no cause see my nigga Coolio
Put me up on the game I step through the do'
Ya know, of these niggaz is so deceptive
my styles like a contraceptive
I ya get burnt, it seems ya havn't learnt
It's the nick 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
me what's goin on
It make me holler, 'cause my dollars come in ozones
Lone for the break-up, so take off your
and tryin to spit at my motherfuckin hoes
Seakin of hoes, I'll get to the
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 balls my motherfuckin paws
Y'alls, niggaz, recognize
And see where I'm comin it's still East Side till I die
Why ask why? As the world spinning to the D-O-Double-G-Y

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

Two: Kurupt]

Well if you me ten bitches then I'll fuck all ten
See my Snoop Doggy sippin juice and gin
slip, I'm fo' to set trip, to get papers
Styles vary, packin flavor like Life
Ain't somethin, talk shit and I'm dumpin
I had whole fuckin block bumpin
Don't sweat, but check the tecnique, I'm unique like
Ya find the bomb-a-rama 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 like that with hit hard tactics
A fuckin menace, hoes like tennis rackets
It's on again, on and poppin
All I see is green, so there ain't no
I wanna see some panties
I'm comin L.A., she used to chill with Dre up in Compton
(All I ever did was just use hoe
her my dickies, get with 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 slugs
and I smoke for the fuck of it
Ruff and shit, it's unexplanitory how I gets wicked
but it's manditory I kick it
Check it, I'm runnin hoes in 94, now I prove it
Hoes me Sugar Ray for the way I be stickin and movin
Prepare for a war, it's on, I'm huntin
Hit the button, and light up like Red Dawn
Peep, the from a verbal assassin
Murderin with rhymes packin Tec-9's for some
You really don't know, do you, you wit a hog
You can't do me, I'm goin out like O-Dog

[Verse Three:

Tha Pound rocks 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)

Diggity Daz out of the motherfuckin cut mo'
So grab a seat and your gin and juice and check out the flow
I flip flop and serve hoes a fat dick
Till I die I'm still screamin that (bitches shit)
Now i'm the mack daddy, had he, not known
the city I'm from, dum diddy dum
As you groove to the shit
The D-O-Double-G the P-O-U-N-D, the clique
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 till the day that I die