Luyện nghe bài hát Dogghouse

Gimme of that g shit goldie loc
Yeah, what I'm talkin 'bout
Yeah, check out y'all, uh huh huh

Hook 2x: dogg
We got snoop in the house tonight, with the homeboy tray-deee
Waniac, trip loc and goldie, 4 tay the bay, what you say
What you say, huh? (we do this everyday)

[rappin'
Did ya get the dank, did ya get the
I got the dank, you got the gas in the tank?
V.i.p. status, don't need an
the niggas I fuck wit, they all about the cabbage
Down in road my destination, the dogghouse
Toastin remys, fillin' jimmies, we all out
for the wizard, creepin through the fog
Got some bad ass bitches, headed to the ball
They gon be strippin and ass
Hope you brought your pass
Tray-deee, goldie half dead, the blaze sacks
than big everyday in l.a.
4 tay representin for the whole yae, beeyotch

2nd snoop dogg
Dogghouse, it out, and if you ain't dope you gots to get
The fuck out, on the o g d p, (say what)
And that's how it is when you wit me

Don't how you come, use all angles
Ties become tangled when the strangles
My hookup, rangers
float like a nationwide sky pager
Them hoes save us, talk bein playas
On the real we can deal wit you haters
We hit the spot, city got a block
What you makin when you it to a different type of level that it pops
the dogg keep the hip rocks, steady bangin
Hoes steady sangin from the gang that we
Yo, it's waniac, the maniac, trip loc you spit that rap

[trip
Park my shit and out, I'm at the homies spot
To see if he floatin with me up to the
Hit the weed he lightin, outside niggas is fightin
bomb, I'm likin
Holla at my folks I know up in the
Nigga ready to ride as as he get dressed
Now we ready to roll, hit the store, the carpool lane
Once again it's on, big
Remind me of the place
all over the place, and niggas super laced
How we it, saggin in my 5 0 1
Killin my lungs, these homies and bitches on one

2x

[tray
Man I got warrants, bad tax, still sayin it
Headed up to dogghouse swervin in a
Puffin on some bomb from my comrade
And got my little bitch a contact too
House shoes with the blue suit and my locs on
to some soopafly, gettin my smoke on
Nigga goldie loc got the heat on it
4 tay on the way plus the twins is
Bout to set it off bet off the hook
Straight crooks, gettin money off the
Makin nothin but that gangsta shit niggas lovin
at the house party, fuck goin clubbin

2nd

[goldie
Let me you say pimps, banks, hustlers
Let's all get the money then murder these
Cocksuckers, they can't us
Now put up choppers, just in case they rollin wit them coppers
I em down, doggpound for them bitches
I be seein you snitches everytime I'm hittin switches
Ice over dicthes
I'm to the game, plus I'm out to get them riches
I be mobbin the road tryin to bag up my bags
I'm saggin so hard I'm tearin up the back of my
I'm tryin to reach my dirty red
But this hoe won't let me know, way to go
I'm slow
My chucks only come wit a miles of walkin
Hundred miles of runnin funny and I'm gunnin nigga
Doggpound gangsta for life
And we gon party in this motherfucker all night

2x