Luyện nghe bài hát Just Doggin

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

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

Well, I'm back with the bubonic chronic sack for ass
So all my pack the back, laced his ass
To the fullest feeling I'm feelin' you never could
While your mind is comin' where body is chill

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

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

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

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

Check flow, Hoover ain't the word to describe me, nigga
Remember, I'm murderin' niggas as a
Bodies get battered for fuckin' the best dogg dump
With the tech-n-terror to fuckin' start

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

Uh, who play the like the G's
ass middle fuckin' mark niggas, please
Murder in the degree
I step with a tech, burst and

You'll find none worst me
See, motherfuckers and mangled, strangled
Our like a bangled
Take ya from a whole angle

Bitches, I'm sympin', you'll see me pimpin'
I the clip in, bust a cap
Watch them fall on they back
Like this and that from an automatic strap

So for the techno
Respect I gets wrecked with a
And it just stop
I check every nigga known that's tryin' to me

I microphones verbally
me
I'm off to the to get me a four
Oh, so I'm headed out the

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

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

Now, been sleeping on the desk for a long time
Waitin' for the nigga to come bust a dogg
So motherfuckers throw hands in the air
And get your proper groove on like you don't

See I love them hoes, I like a butta nose
my mind on my money
That's just how my flows and so
How, I thought you knew, but now you

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