Luyện nghe bài hát From Tha Chuuuch to Da Palace

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

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

the SN, double OP and biggest Dogg of 'em all
And a flea
And since I got time to drop it for you, I guess I
And give it to you mother fuckas Bust-a-Bust
I keep the on deck but in God we trust
And can't none of yall, wit us

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

Who's the man with dance?
(Snoop Dogg!)
Who kick the khakis from his
(Snoop Dogg!)
Get the dro' low, will stand
(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 chilly as if his was Usher

But I'm still in Macks, makin' 'em G stacks
And got them Rows to the back
I really tryin' to be picky
But if you give me somethin', it's got to be the

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

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

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

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

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 still loaded, wit my folk and
Follow Rakim I ain't no jokin'
'Cuz I done seen so
to have your felons touched

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

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

Who's the man that dance?
(Snoop Dogg!)
Who kick the khakis from his
(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 who still, refuse to accept
the reading on the wall, for the new
is the Archbishop Don Magic Juan
Chairman of the Board, of players everywhere
And Im puttin' it down with Big Dogg, the legend
The King Player, my friend, yo
The L.B.C.
known, in this new Mack-allenium, as Da Boss