Luyện nghe bài hát From Tha Chuuuch to Da Palace

Fa shizzle dizzle, the big neptizzle
With the DO double jizzle
(Snoop Dogg!)
to this
(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 baby blue chucks
And I still got my creased
I'm still rockin' on these
And got a bad rep on the

It's the SN, double OP and Dogg of 'em all
And a flea
And since I got time to it for you, I guess I must
And give it to you mother fuckas like
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 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

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!)

I do it for the G's, and I do it for the
to annihilate you mark-ass bustas
Fuck the police 'cuz all 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 them Corn to the back
I ain't really tryin' to be
But if you give me somethin', it's got to be the

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

This year we fuck wit thousands
We with millions and we fly as a Falcon
up to the Doggy Dogg pound, with a car fulla bitches
Fuckin' grits Alice

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

14 inch rims is runnin' 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 on the side

Three 14 inch rims is 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 on the side

Take two and pass it, it not burn you
From the Long Chronicles 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 still loaded, hangin' wit my and
Follow 'cuz I ain't no jokin'
I done seen so much
Enuff to have your felons

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

I say 'cuz 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?

Who's the man with that
(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!)

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