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 somethin new for y'all
Put your hands together for Snoop Doggy
The Pound, and the fabulous Dramatics

[Verse One: Snoop Doggy

It's like everywhere I look, and I go
I'm motherfuckers tryin to steal my flow
But it ain't no thang cause see my nigga
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 ya havn't learnt
It's the 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 goin on
It me wanna holler, 'cause my dollars come in ozones
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 you got the bomb 'cause I rolled you a joint
You'se a flea and i'm the big
I'll scratch you off my balls with my motherfuckin
Y'alls, niggaz, recognize
And see where I'm comin from it's East Side till I die
Why ask As the world keeps spinning to the D-O-Double-G-Y

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

Two: Kurupt]

Well if you me ten bitches then I'll fuck 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 Life
Ain't somethin, talk shit and I'm dumpin
I had your whole fuckin bumpin
Don't sweat, but check the tecnique, I'm like China
Ya never find the bomb-a-rama then 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 hard
A menace, usin hoes like tennis rackets
It's on again, it's on and
All I see is green, so there ain't no
I wanna see panties 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 with these, and flows)
I'm out blues, I'm upsetting like bad news
Cut off khakis, french braids, and house
Kurupt, the name's often marked for slugs
and I smoke for the fuck of it
Ruff and rugged shit, it's how I gets wicked
but it's manditory I kick it
Check it, I'm hoes in 94, now must I prove it
Hoes me Sugar Ray for the way I be stickin and movin
Prepare for a war, on, I'm head huntin
Hit the button, and light shit up like Red
Peep, the massicre from a verbal
Murderin with rhymes packin Tec-9's for 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 when (till the morn)
It don't stop (and uh) it quit (for the)
The Dogg clique (to drop the cavvy Dogg shit)

Daz out of the motherfuckin cut once mo'
So grab a and grab your gin and juice and check out the flow
I flip and serve hoes with a fat dick
Till I die I'm screamin that (bitches ain't shit)
Now i'm the daddy, had he, not known about
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 break it down the gangsta funk
I can see and I can tell that's the fuck you want
So I blaze up the chronic, so I can get
I promise I'll smoke chronic the day that I die