Luyện nghe bài hát Don Doggy

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

[Verse One: Snoop Doggy

It's everywhere I look, and everywhere I go
I'm hearin motherfuckers tryin to my flow
But it no thang cause see my nigga Coolio
Put me up on the game when I step the do'
Ya know, some of these niggaz is so
my styles like a contraceptive
I hope ya get burnt, it seems ya learnt
the nick 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
Tell me what's on
It make me wanna holler, 'cause my dollars come in
Lone for the break-up, so 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
a flea and i'm the big Dogg
I'll scratch you off my with my motherfuckin paws
Y'alls, niggaz, recognize
And see where I'm comin from it's still East 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 Dogg World, it's a Doggy Dogg
The World

Two: Kurupt]

Well if you me ten bitches then I'll fuck all ten
See my homey Snoop Doggy sippin and gin
Don't slip, I'm fo' to set trip, to get
Styles vary, packin flavor Life Savors
Ain't that somethin, talk and I'm dumpin
I had whole fuckin block bumpin
Don't sweat, but the tecnique, I'm unique like China
Ya never find the bomb-a-rama then 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 with hit tactics
A fuckin menace, usin hoes like tennis
It's on again, it's on and
All I see is green, so there ain't no
I wanna see some droppin
I'm comin L.A., she used to chill with Dre up in Compton
(All I ever did was 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 often 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 Sugar Ray for the way I be stickin and
Prepare for a war, on, I'm head huntin
Hit the button, and shit up like Red Dawn
Peep, the from a verbal assassin
with 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 O-Dog

[Verse Daz]

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

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