Luyện nghe bài hát Just Doggin

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

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

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

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

It's like one to the two, two to the
K to the U R U P T
In fact, I steps with a 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 hooked up with the from the LBC
And now they fuckin' up the rap industry

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

Check this flow, Hoover ain't the word to describe me,
Remember, I'm murderin' niggas as a
Bodies get battered for fuckin' with the best dogg
With the to fuckin' chest start

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

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

find none worst than me
See, motherfuckers murdered and mangled,
Our bitches a bangled
ya from a whole different angle

Bitches, I'm never sympin', you'll see me
I step the in, bust a cap
Watch them fall flat on back
Like this and like from an automatic strap

So for the techno
Respect I gets wrecked a glock
And it just don't
I check every nigga known tryin' to check 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 cousin
On a mission up to no good, we don't you bitch
After we finish
Tha Pound's about 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 you to the next stage
One time can't trace, now why you punk

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

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

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