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, C-walk to
(Snoop Dogg!)
Ah, ah, to this
(Snoop Dogg!)

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

It's the SN, double OP and Dogg of 'em all
And you'se a
And since I got to drop it for you, I guess I must
And it to you mother fuckas like Bust-a-Bust
I keep the heat on 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 are contagious, just like Ron Isley
(What the hell is on? Someone's sleepin' in my home)
Snoop to the DO, G
Get in where you fit in, me

Who's the man that dance?
(Snoop Dogg!)
Who kick the khakis his pants?
(Snoop Dogg!)
Get the dro' low, will 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 name was

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

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

This year we ain't fuck wit
We clean millions and we fly as a Falcon
Pull up to the Doggy Dogg pound, 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 low, anything will stand
(Snoop Dogg!)
Still the gin 'n juice 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 running on the
(They on the side?)
Yeah, they on the side

14 inch rims is runnin' on the side
(They on the side?)
Yeah, runnin' on the side
14 inch 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 Chronicles to the Wall Street Journal
They all know the G the cut in his coupe
Ask Bill
(Yeah, I know the Snoop)

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

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

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

the man with that dance?
(Snoop Dogg!)
Who kick the khakis from his
(Snoop Dogg!)
Get the low, anything will stand
(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
of the Board, of famous players everywhere
And Im puttin' it down Big Snoop Dogg, the legend
The Player, my friend, yo friend
The L.B.C.
known, in this new Mack-allenium, as Da Boss