Luyện nghe bài hát From Tha Chuuuch to Da Palace

Fa shizzle dizzle, it's the big
With the DO double jizzle
(Snoop Dogg!)
C-walk to
(Snoop Dogg!)
He, he, yeah, C-walk to
(Snoop Dogg!)
Ah, ah, to this
(Snoop Dogg!)

Bam, boom, watchoo do 'cuz?
Guess I'm rollin' in with them blue chucks
And I got my khakis creased
I'm still on these beats
And got a bad rep on the

It's the SN, OP and biggest Dogg of 'em all
And you'se a
And I got time to drop it for you, I guess I must
And give it to you mother like Bust-a-Bust
I keep the on deck but in God we trust
And none of yall, fuck wit us

But you can run up on the G but that's not thinkin'
pullas are contagious, just like Ron Isley
(What the is goin' on? Someone's sleepin' in my home)
to the DO, double G
Get in where you fit in, me

Who's the man with dance?
(Snoop Dogg!)
Who kick the khakis his pants?
(Snoop Dogg!)
Get the low, anything will stand
(Snoop Dogg!)
Still rock the gin 'n in hand
(Snoop Dogg!)

I do it for the G's, and I do it for the
Here to annihilate you mark-ass
the police 'cuz all they wanna do is cuff us
The one is chilly as if his name was Usher

But I'm ridin' in Macks, makin' 'em G stacks
And got them Corn to the back
I ain't really tryin' to be
But if you me somethin', it's got to be the sticky

Doin' by the ounces, lo' bouncin'
Ninety doin' fakin' with kissin' on the
Boo to the ouchin', a fountain'
But that's how we get Doggy Dogg housin'

This year we ain't wit thousands
We with millions and we fly as a Falcon
up to the Doggy Dogg pound, with a car fulla bitches
Fuckin' grits like

Who's the man that dance?
(Snoop Dogg!)
Who kick the khakis from his
(Snoop Dogg!)
Get the dro' low, anything stand
(Snoop Dogg!)
Still rock the gin 'n juice in
(Snoop Dogg!)

Three 14 inch rims is runnin' on the
(They on the side?)
Yeah, they runnin' on the
Three 14 rims is running on the side
(They on the side?)
Yeah, they on the side

14 inch rims is runnin' on the side
(They on the side?)
Yeah, they on the side
Three 14 inch is runnin' on the side
(They on the side?)
Yeah, runnin' on the side

Take two and pass it, it will not you
From the Long Beach to the Wall Street Journal
They all know the G the cut in his coupe
Ask Gates
(Yeah, I the homie Snoop)

Yeah, I'm loaded, hangin' wit my folk and
Rakim 'cuz I ain't no jokin'
'Cuz I done so much
Enuff to have your touched

When the gunshots ratta, all ya boys
Check up on ya homies but they ya bad data
Nigga fuckin breathin'
That is so relievin', and now ya bitches are

I say 'cuz what I say is so real
Homie you wanna see da, steel
You wanna catch a body, you can't hear the party
Now that's what you should do, now my Baby-Boo?

Who's the man that dance?
(Snoop Dogg!)
Who kick the from his pants?
(Snoop Dogg!)
Get the dro' low, will stand
(Snoop Dogg!)
Still rock the gin 'n juice in
(Snoop Dogg!)

Yeah, no introduction, is
But for who still, refuse to accept
the reading on the wall, for the new
is the Archbishop Don Magic Juan
Chairman of the Board, of famous everywhere
And Im puttin' it down Big Snoop Dogg, the legend
The King Player, my friend, yo
The L.B.C.
known, in this new Mack-allenium, as Da Boss