Luyện nghe bài hát Dogghouse

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

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

4-tay]
Did ya get the dank, did ya get the
Yeah I got the dank, you got the gas in the
V.i.p. status, don't need an
'cause the niggas I fuck wit, all about the cabbage
Down in yellobrick road my destination, the
Toastin remys, fillin' jimmies, we all out
Lookin for the wizard, creepin the fog
Got some bad ass bitches, to the player's ball
They gon be strippin and ass
Hope you brought playa pass
Tray-deee, goldie half dead, the twins sacks
Bigger than big in l.a.
4 tay representin for the damn yae, beeyotch

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

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

loc]
Park my and jump out, I'm at the homies spot
To see if he floatin me up to the dogghouse
Hit the he lightin, outside little niggas is fightin
This bomb, I'm
Holla at my I know up in the complex
Nigga ready to as soon as he get dressed
Now we to roll, hit the store, then the carpool lane
Once again it's on, big
Remind me of the place
Ladies all over the place, and niggas super
How we like it, in my 5 0 1
Killin my lungs, keepin these homies and on one

2x

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

2nd

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

2x