Luyện nghe bài hát Ride On/Caught Up

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Dope pound feel
Want a DJ, with a OGA

A bitch is a bitch, she poor or rich
She still gettin' a gang of
It don't what you do or say
'Cause you can't change my feelin's no way

I've been the whole U.S.A.
ol' hoes on different days
Just ask my big homeboy Snoop de
Bitch you ain't cute with all that, de woop

I just rock ya, I ain't afraid to blast
I rock a fella like Dame and dash
Grip the heater and your ass
Cock it back, clap your ass

Now this is how a gangster out
The homies in the Coupe, me and Snoop in the house
Bouncin', bouncin', bouncin',
Blaze up a whole ounce and get the ramen the cotton candy

Yeah, and all my say, ride on, ride on
Yeah, and all the say, ride on
Yeah, and all the say, ride on
Yeah, and all the robbers say, on, can't get caught up

Yeah, and all my say, ride on, ride on
Yeah, and all the homies say, on
Yeah, and all the say, ride on

I'm out to paper the paper bump some bitches and move
I take a trip with my click on a three day
the corner in the fo', sittin' low gettin' low
Now we headed to the sto' in the fo', holler

Top dollar with the gold flea dippin' in my blue Impala
They say Snoop Dogg is a fool he got the bitches
And the little homey sellin' weed up outta high

I never ever break the law, I just it
Keep everythin' splendid, that's how I it
is in session, you might get suspended, shh
If you don't shut the fuck up and listen for a

been in it for life with two kids and a wife
With no tattooes stress and stripes, so
I'ma do what I feel and do I like
But I won't go to sleep without my at night, ride on

Yeah, and all my niggaz say, ride on, on
Yeah, and all the homies say, on
Yeah, and all the bitches say, on
Yeah, and all the robbers say, ride on, can't get up

Yeah, and all my say, ride on, ride on
Yeah, and all the say, ride on
Yeah, and all the say, ride on

Nigga gimme you got, from your hat
To your contacts, T-shirt to your
Dogg Pound affiliate, Hell naw
Certified branded Paul nigga

Mashin', and blue all day
All night all with heaters, Mac-11's
millimeters, whattup Big Nate
I got a that gobble up dicks like steak

She lives upstate and I don't
Near a one of those bitches is proper, the chopper
DPology, D P G but first call
Whattup big homey niggaz with the

The jumps in whips out the four pound
When we get there, we shakin' all down
It's I had in mind, let's get paid hit the spot
Just like a raid one of the got a gauge, come on

Yeah, and all my niggaz say, on, ride on
Yeah, and all the say, ride on
Yeah, and all the bitches say, on
Yeah, and all the robbers say, on, can't get caught up

Yeah, and all my niggaz say, on, ride on
Yeah, and all the homies say, on
Yeah, and all the bitches say, on
Yeah, and all the say, ride on

Let me at y'all for a minute man
I this game is gettin' real deep
We got niggaz be misrepresentin'
I mean, you know thinkin' that DPG

Is a motherfuckin' football game or a football or somethin'
Niggaz walkin' on and like they free agents
And just when they want to nigga this ain't no game
is a motherfuckin' way of life

DPGC, Pound Gangsta, nigga
The fuck wrong with these niggaz
Niggaz be straight tryin' to put they twist down, holla at 'em
But you know we to stay two steps
Ahead of the game baby,
Let me holler at for a minute, especially you

You stepped in some Dogg Shit, check your shoes
Nigga ain't Hollywood, the House of Blues
It's the Dogg House so regroup troops
And tell 'em Kurupt and Snoop

Fuck crew it's on I take your Brome
It's Don Corleone in the zone
I your dubs into nickels while I'm chillin'
I melt rhymes into icicles while I'm killin'

Sell 'em, I 'em, Kurupt, what's up?
I know you like givin' it up
We stop, won't stop, what for
'Cause every other day nigga tryin' to pull a dulo

You know when I was with the hood
It was all bad, thought it was all
A nigga had to take a breather now I'm Single
Like Khadijah 'cause they'll ya

a feedin' fish, I put my dick in your bitch
And a wish, ha hah
Nigga that's gangsta with the gangsta twist
Yeah, Dogg gangsta