Luyện nghe bài hát From Tha Chuuuch to Da Palace

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

Bam, boom, gone do 'cuz?
Guess I'm rollin' in with them baby chucks
And I got my khakis creased
I'm rockin' on these beats
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 drop it for you, I guess I
And give it to you mother fuckas like
I the heat 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 wisely
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 you fit in, follow me

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

I do it for the G's, and I do it for the
Here to annihilate you bustas
Fuck the police 'cuz all wanna do is cuff us
The one nigga is chilly as if his name was

But I'm still ridin' in Macks, makin' 'em G
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' kissin' on the couchin'
Boo to the ouchin', more a
But how we get anotha Doggy Dogg housin'

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

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

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

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, runnin' on the side

Take two and it, it will not burn you
the Long Beach Chronicles to the Wall Street Journal
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
Rakim 'cuz I ain't no jokin'
'Cuz I done so much
to have your felons touched

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

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

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

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