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, to this
(Snoop Dogg!)

Bam, boom, watchoo gone do
I'm rollin' in with them baby blue chucks
And I still got my creased
I'm still 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 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 not thinkin' wisely
These are contagious, just like Ron Isley
(What the is goin' on? Someone's sleepin' in my home)
Snoop to the DO, G
Get in you fit in, follow me

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 rock the gin 'n juice in
(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 still ridin' in Macks, 'em G stacks
And got them Corn Rows to the
I ain't really to be picky
But if you me somethin', it's got to be the sticky

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

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

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

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

Take two and pass it, it 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 the homie Snoop)

Yeah, I'm loaded, hangin' wit my folk and
Follow Rakim 'cuz I no jokin'
'Cuz I done seen so
to have your felons touched

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

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

the man with that dance?
(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!)

Yeah, no introduction, is
But for those who still, refuse to
the on the wall, for the new Mack-allenium
This is the Don Magic Juan
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