Luyện nghe bài hát Just Doggin

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

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

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

As I mob with tha pound and my Nate Dogg
Not flaggin', not saggin', but a ball
Yo, saw y'all motherfuckers 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 steps with a in the back
In the hood, ain't got no love, so I a strap

And I once knew a nigga Dr. Dre
He was a baller 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 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' 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' as a hobby
get battered for fuckin' with the best dogg dump
With the tech-n-terror to chest start

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

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

You'll none worst than me
See, murdered and mangled, strangled
Our like a bangled
ya from a whole different angle

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

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

I wreck microphones
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 love you bitch
we finish diggin'
Tha Pound's that dollar and takin' no shit

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

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

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

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