Luyện nghe bài hát From Tha Chuuuch to Da Palace

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

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

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

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

the man with that dance?
(Snoop Dogg!)
Who kick the khakis his pants?
(Snoop Dogg!)
Get the dro' low, anything stand
(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 'cuz all they wanna do is cuff us
The one nigga is chilly as if his was Usher

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

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

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

Who's the man that 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!)

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

Three 14 inch rims is 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 it, it will not burn you
From the Long Beach Chronicles to the Street Journal
They all the G with the cut in his coupe
Ask Gates
(Yeah, I the homie Snoop)

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

When the gunshots ratta, all ya scatta'
up on ya homies but they gave ya bad data
Nigga stop breathin'
That is so relievin', and now ya 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 hear the party
Now that's what you should do, now my Baby-Boo?

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

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