Luyện nghe bài hát From Tha Chuuuch to Da Palace

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

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

It's the SN, OP and biggest Dogg of 'em all
And a flea
And since I got time to it for you, I guess I must
And it to you mother fuckas like Bust-a-Bust
I keep the on deck but in God we trust
And can't none of yall, wit us

But you can run up on the G but that's not wisely
These pullas are contagious, like Ron Isley
(What the hell is on? Someone's sleepin' in my home)
Snoop to the DO, G
Get in you fit in, follow me

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

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

But I'm still ridin' in Macks, makin' 'em G
And got Corn Rows to the back
I ain't really tryin' to be
But if you give me somethin', got to be the sticky

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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