Luyện nghe bài hát Just Doggin

It's just another day in the hood for Kurupt, yeah, me
Got schooled by in a black Cherokee
Daz in the back, G. in the front
Nice sack of chronic 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 back with the chronic sack for that ass
So all my doggs pack the back, his ass
To the fullest feeling I'm you never could feel
While your is comin' where your body is chill

As I mob with tha pound and my Nate Dogg
Not flaggin', not saggin', but havin' a
Yo, saw y'all motherfuckers wanna see like
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 knew a nigga named Dr. Dre
He was a baller the motherfucking CPT
(A from the CPT)
He hooked up with the from the LBC
And now they fuckin' up the whole rap

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 till yo ass this mo
Now, you can't see my homies from the CPT
And you can't see my mothafuckin' from the LBC

Check this flow, Hoover ain't the word to 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' start

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

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

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

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

So for tryin the
Respect I wrecked with a glock
And it just stop
I check every 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 Kurupt and my Eastwood
On a mission up to no good, we don't you bitch
After we diggin'
Tha Pound's that dollar and takin' no shit

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

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

See I don't them 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

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