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 black
Daz in the back, G. in the front
Nice sack of chronic with gin in a cup

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

Well, I'm back with the 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' your body is chill

As I mob tha pound and my nigga Nate Dogg
Not flaggin', not saggin', but havin' a
Yo, saw motherfuckers wanna see like doggs
be like 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 a tech in the back
In the hood, ain't got no love, so I packs a

And I once knew a named Dr. Dre
He was a baller from the CPT
(A from 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 call dat Daz
An OG straight puttin' it for the Eastside
(Right)
But this is just a sack of dope, so till yo ass dopes this mo
Now, you can't see my mothafuckin' homies 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 niggas as a hobby
Bodies get for fuckin' with the best dogg dump
With the tech-n-terror to chest start

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

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

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

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 the techno
I gets wrecked with a glock
And it just don't
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 and my cousin Eastwood
On a mission up to no good, we don't you bitch
After we finish
Tha about that dollar and takin' no shit

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

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

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

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