Luyện nghe bài hát From Tha Chuuuch to Da Palace

Fa dizzle, it's the big neptizzle
With the DO double jizzle
(Snoop Dogg!)
C-walk to
(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 in with them baby blue 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 you'se a
And since I got time to 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 can't of yall, fuck wit us

But you can run up on the G but not thinkin' wisely
These pullas are contagious, just like Ron
(What the hell is goin' on? sleepin' in my home)
Snoop to the DO, G
Get in where you fit in, me

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

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 give me somethin', it's got to be the

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

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

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

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

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

Yeah, I'm still loaded, wit my folk and
Follow 'cuz I ain't no jokin'
'Cuz I done seen so
Enuff to have your felons

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

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

the man with that 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!)

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