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 somethin old, and new for y'all tongiht
Put your hands together for Doggy Dogg
The Dogg Pound, and the fabulous

One: Snoop Doggy Dogg]

It's everywhere I look, and everywhere I go
I'm hearin tryin to steal my flow
But it no thang cause see my nigga Coolio
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 ya get burnt, it seems ya havn't learnt
It's the nick nack patty wack, I still got the bigger
So put your gun away, run away, 'cause i'm (why?)
Hit em up, get em up, em up, now
me what's goin on
It me wanna holler, 'cause my dollars come in ozones
for the break-up, so take off your clothes
and quit to spit at my motherfuckin hoes
Seakin of hoes, get to the point
You think you got the 'cause I rolled you a joint
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 keeps spinning to the D-O-Double-G-Y

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

Two: Kurupt]

Well if you give me ten bitches I'll fuck all ten
See my homey Snoop sippin juice and gin
slip, I'm fo' to set trip, to get papers
Styles vary, packin flavor like Savors
Ain't that somethin, talk and I'm dumpin
I had your fuckin block bumpin
sweat, but check the tecnique, I'm unique like China
Ya never find the bomb-a-rama then this Nigga ya
So peek-a-boo, clear the way, I'm coming
One-two, three, you see me
I'm a G like that with hit hard tactics
A fuckin menace, usin hoes tennis rackets
It's on again, on and poppin
All I see is green, so there no stoppin
I wanna see some panties
I'm comin from L.A., she to chill with Dre up in Compton
(All I did was just use that 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 house
Kurupt, the name's often marked for slugs
and I smoke weed for the of it
Ruff and rugged shit, it's how I gets wicked
but it's manditory that I it
Check it, I'm 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 up like Red Dawn
Peep, the from a verbal assassin
Murderin with rhymes packin Tec-9's for some
You don't know, do you, you fuckin wit a hog
You can't do me, I'm goin out looney like

[Verse Daz]

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

Diggity Daz out of the motherfuckin cut mo'
So grab a and grab your gin and juice and check out the flow
I flip flop and serve hoes a fat dick
I die I'm still 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 groove to the shit
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 you want
So I up the chronic, so I can get high
I promise I'll smoke chronic till the day I die