Luyện nghe bài hát Don Doggy

We'd like to welcome y'all to the fabulous Carolina
I own this motherfucker and my name is
Y'all niggaz know who I am niggaz tearin up shit
But we got somethin old, and somethin new for tongiht
Put your hands together for Doggy Dogg
The Dogg Pound, and the fabulous

[Verse Snoop Doggy Dogg]

like everywhere I look, and everywhere I go
I'm hearin motherfuckers tryin to steal my
But it ain't no thang cause see my nigga
Put me up on the game when I through the do'
Ya know, of these niggaz is so deceptive
my styles like a contraceptive
I hope ya get burnt, it ya havn't learnt
It's the nick nack patty wack, I still got the bigger
So put your gun away, run away, i'm back (why?)
Hit em up, get em up, em up, now
Tell me what's on
It make me wanna holler, 'cause my dollars 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 I rolled you a joint
You'se a 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 from still East Side till I die
Why ask As the world keeps spinning to the D-O-Double-G-Y

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

[Verse Kurupt]

Well if you give me ten bitches then 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 like Savors
that somethin, talk shit and I'm dumpin
I had your whole block bumpin
Don't sweat, but check the tecnique, I'm like China
Ya never find the bomb-a-rama then this Nigga 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 rackets
It's on again, it's on and
All I see is green, so ain't no stoppin
I wanna see some panties
I'm comin from L.A., she used to with Dre up in Compton
(All I did was just use that hoe
Show her my dickies, get with these, and flows)
I'm dishin out blues, I'm upsetting bad news
Cut off khakis, braids, and house shoes
Kurupt, the often marked for catchin slugs
and I smoke for the fuck of it
and rugged shit, it's unexplanitory how I gets wicked
but it's 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, it's on, I'm head
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 don't know, do you, you fuckin wit a hog
You can't do me, I'm goin out looney like

[Verse Three:

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

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