Luyện nghe bài hát Just Doggin

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

Back up I stack up the
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 the bubonic chronic sack for that ass
So all my doggs the back, laced his ass
To the feeling I'm feelin' you never could feel
While your mind is comin' where your body is

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

like one to the two, two to the three
K to the U R U P T
In fact, I steps with a tech in the
In the hood, got no love, so I packs a strap

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

Well, check it out, and peep game on the one they call dat Daz
An OG puttin' 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 homies from the CPT
And you see my mothafuckin' doggs 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' the best dogg dump
With the tech-n-terror to fuckin' start

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

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

You'll find none than me
See, motherfuckers murdered and mangled,
Our bitches like a
Take ya from a whole different

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

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

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

Now as I roll Kurupt and my cousin Eastwood
On a mission up to no good, we love you bitch
we finish diggin'
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 you to the next stage
One time can't trace, now why you punk

Now, you've been on the desk for a long time
Waitin' for the nigga to come bust a rhyme
So throw 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 butta
my mind on my money
That's just how my flows and so
How, I you knew, but now you know

Dogg in tha house, now in the coupe
Just
Dogg in tha house, now in the coupe
Just