Luyện nghe bài hát Just Doggin

It's just day in the hood for Kurupt, yeah, that's me
Got schooled by in a black Cherokee
Daz in the back, Warren G. in the
Nice sack of chronic with gin in a cup

up I stack up the weed
Tha and the Row is my only friends
If you talk shit, I hit you as I can
You talk shit once but never

Well, I'm with the bubonic chronic sack for that ass
So all my pack the back, laced his ass
To the fullest feeling I'm feelin' you could feel
While your mind is comin' where your body is

As I mob with tha pound and my Nate Dogg
Not flaggin', not saggin', but a ball
Yo, saw y'all motherfuckers wanna see like
Wanna be doggs, but can't compare to doggs

It's one to the two, two to the three
K to the U R U P T
In fact, I steps a tech in the back
In the hood, ain't got no love, so I packs a

And I once knew a nigga Dr. Dre
He was a from the motherfucking CPT
(A baller the CPT)
He up with the niggas from the LBC
And now they fuckin' up the whole rap

Well, it out, and peep game on the one they call dat nigga Daz
An OG straight it down for the Eastside
(Right)
But this is just a dove sack of dope, so till yo ass this mo
Now, you can't see my mothafuckin' from the CPT
And you can't see my mothafuckin' doggs the LBC

Check this flow, Hoover ain't the to describe me, nigga
Remember, I'm murderin' as a hobby
Bodies get battered for fuckin' with the dogg dump
the tech-n-terror to fuckin' chest start

Do I a fuck, I'm a locc nigga
(Hell no)
Who you to provoke step up, get smoked nigga
(Nigga)
Get the in the back I'm rollin' and a bumpin'
talk shit I won't write and start dumpin'

Uh, who play the role the G's
Punk ass middle mark niggas, please
in the first degree
I step with a tech, and flee

You'll find worst than me
See, motherfuckers murdered and mangled,
Our bitches a bangled
Take ya from a whole angle

Bitches, I'm never sympin', see me pimpin'
I step the clip in, a cap
Watch them fall flat on they
Like this and like that from an automatic

So for the techno
Respect I wrecked with a glock
And it just don't
I every nigga known that's tryin' to check me

I wreck microphones
me
I'm off to the store to get me a
Oh, so I'm out the door

Now as I roll with and my cousin Eastwood
On a mission up to no good, we don't love you
After we finish
Tha Pound's that dollar and takin' no shit

From the busta ass niggas, bell it out
Trick, recognize when it slaps your face
See I ain't no fake, I take you to the stage
One time can't trace, now why you twice

Now, you've been sleeping on the desk for a time
Waitin' for the to come bust a dogg rhyme
So throw your hands in the air
And get your proper groove on like you care

See I don't love hoes, I like a butta nose
my mind on my money
That's just how my money and so
How, I you knew, but now you know

Pound's in tha house, now in the coupe
Just
Dogg Pound's in tha house, now in the
doggin'