Luyện nghe bài hát Snoop Dogg- "Pump Pump"

Verse

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

Now you can to the Sun, and spot the moon
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 come with the wickedness
One rude bwoy comin with the (blam!)
Close your 'cause you can't see me
I school cause of recess you fuckin B.G.
I'm shakin up the party, like Dodi
Is he the dopest? Ya ask somebody
When, then, send, gin
And a pack of zig now let the games begin
In
I'm fuckin up every nigga in the indistry
Check this out, it's a Dogg Pound
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 flavor that I
me wanna hit that ass up with 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 I creep peep out my technique
I forgot, I'm out of so you can't see the
MC of the year, you hear and you
i got somethin for niggaz in the front and the rear
I handle the sides, did a in the who-ride
I'm now everything is really alright
You know when I come nigga I come
Don't need no permisison, motherfucker I'ma it
sweat my shit I wet em up with the biscuit
Lick em up shot, it stop, till dem all drop
Make up mind, go pop or slang rocks
stop, rottin on the next niggaz jock
I'm strapped my glock on your block
And ready to let on the first imitator that I spot