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, G. in the front
sack of chronic with some gin in a cup

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

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

As I mob with tha pound and my nigga Nate
Not flaggin', not saggin', but havin' a
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 with a in the back
In the hood, ain't got no love, so I packs a

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

Well, check it out, and peep game on the one they dat nigga Daz
An OG straight puttin' it for the Eastside
(Right)
But this is just a dove sack of dope, so yo ass dopes this mo
Now, you see my mothafuckin' homies 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 best dogg
With the tech-n-terror to fuckin' chest

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

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

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

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

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

I wreck verbally
me
I'm off to the to get me a four
Oh, so I'm out the door

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

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

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

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

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