Luyện nghe bài hát Don Doggy

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

[Verse One: Snoop Doggy

It's everywhere I look, and everywhere I go
I'm hearin motherfuckers to steal my flow
But it no thang cause see my nigga Coolio
Put me up on the game I step through the do'
Ya know, of these niggaz is so deceptive
Usin my styles like a
I hope ya get burnt, it seems ya learnt
the nick nack patty wack, I still got the bigger sack
So put gun away, run away, 'cause i'm back (why?)
Hit em up, get em up, em up, now
me what's goin 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 hoes
of hoes, I'll get to the point
You think you got the 'cause I rolled you a joint
You'se a and i'm the big Dogg
I'll scratch you off my balls with my paws
Y'alls, niggaz, recognize
And see where I'm comin from it's 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 Doggy Dogg World, it's a Doggy World
The World

[Verse Two:

Well if you give me ten bitches then I'll all ten
See my homey Doggy sippin juice and gin
slip, I'm fo' to set trip, to get papers
Styles vary, packin flavor like Savors
that somethin, talk shit and I'm dumpin
I had your fuckin block bumpin
Don't sweat, but check the tecnique, I'm like China
Ya never find the then this Nigga behind ya
So peek-a-boo, clear the way, I'm coming
One-two, three, you see me
I'm a G like that strapped with hit tactics
A menace, usin hoes like tennis rackets
It's on again, on and poppin
All I see is green, so there ain't no
I see some panties droppin
I'm from L.A., she used to chill with Dre up in Compton
(All I ever did was use that hoe
her my dickies, get with these, and kick flows)
I'm dishin out blues, I'm upsetting like bad
Cut off khakis, french braids, and shoes
Kurupt, the name's marked for catchin slugs
and I smoke weed for the 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
Hoes call me Sugar Ray for the way I be and movin
Prepare for a war, it's on, I'm head
Hit the button, and light shit up Red Dawn
Peep, the massicre from a verbal
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 O-Dog

[Verse Three:

Tha Dogg Pound rocks the party (all long)
Tell (till the early morn)
It don't stop (and uh) it 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 gin and juice and check out the flow
I flip 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 known
the city where I'm from, dum dum
As you groove to the shit
The D-O-Double-G the P-O-U-N-D, the gangsta
Now as the break it down with the gangsta funk
I can see and I can tell that's 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