Luyện nghe bài hát Just Doggin

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

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

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

As I mob with tha and my nigga Nate Dogg
Not flaggin', not saggin', but havin' a
Yo, saw y'all motherfuckers wanna see 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 with a tech in the
In the hood, ain't got no love, so I a strap

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

Well, check it out, and game on the one they call 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 can't see my mothafuckin' homies the CPT
And you can't see my doggs from the LBC

this flow, Hoover ain't the word to describe me, nigga
Remember, I'm murderin' as a hobby
Bodies get battered for 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 in the back I'm rollin' and a bumpin'
Niggas talk shit I won't write and start

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

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

Bitches, I'm sympin', you'll see me pimpin'
I the clip in, bust a cap
Watch them fall flat on they
Like this and like that from an strap

So for tryin the
Respect I gets wrecked a glock
And it just don't
I check nigga 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 headed out the

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

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

Now, you've sleeping on the desk for a long time
Waitin' for the to come bust a dogg rhyme
So motherfuckers your hands in the air
And get your proper 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 money 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
doggin'