Luyện nghe bài hát Snoop Dogg- "Pump Pump"

Verse

Pump Pump, Pump Pump, Pump Pump, Pump
Pump
Let the motion of body be the key, 'cause we
be the G Funk family
Now, I'll play the G in deadly game
Snoop Dogg is the Dogg Pound's the game
If it ain't one thing a motherfuckin nother
to my granny and my daddy, and my mother
Whether standin on the corner, or in the six-deuce
When I was locked up, I couldn't wait to get
'cause back in the days, on the where it's at
A nigga had to a fat stack
And I was a fool, don't make me have to grab my and go
rat-tat-tat-tat, nigga slap to a face he fall
Can't none of y'all niggaz see the Doggy
'cause I'm one rude bwoy with the wickedness
So shut the fuck up, and listen while I'm kickin
(repeat 2X)
Blam blam, to dem all
Listen to the shots from my nigga Doggy (pump pump)
Two: Snoop

Now you can look to the Sun, and spot the
And see Snoop Doggy step into the room
the G funk, he funk, she funk, we funk
Follow me, follow me, listen to the that a nigga...
I down with the wickedness
One rude bwoy with the darkness (blam!)
Close your eyes 'cause you see me
I quit cause of recess you fuckin B.G.
I'm shakin up the party, like Lodi
Is he the dopest? Ya betta ask
When, then, send, gin
And a pack of zig now let the games begin
In
I'm fuckin up every nigga known in the
this out, it's a Dogg Pound thang
You know who I am you my motherfuckin name, who am I?
(The S-N-Double-O-P) (Silky Smell) last name (D-O-double-G)
The behavior and the that I found
Makes me wanna hit that ass up the Dogg Pound

Verse Malik

Now just up, don't act up, I pack up much heat
Any battle I'm in, I win, I can't be
Don't sleep while I peep out my technique
I forgot, I'm out of sight so you see the
MC of the year, you hear and you
i got somethin for them niggaz in the and the rear
I handle the sides, did a driveby in the
I'm satisfied now everything is really
You when I come nigga I come wicked
Don't need no permisison, I'ma kick it
Niggaz sweat my shit I wet em up with the
Lick em up shot, it don't stop, dem all drop
up your mind, go pop or slang rocks
Just stop, rottin on the next jock
I'm strapped my glock on your block
And to let loose on the first imitator that I spot