Luyện nghe bài hát Doggy Dogg World

We'd like to y'all to the fabulous Carolina West
I own this and my name is Taa-Dow
Y'all know who I am y'all niggas tearing up shit
But we got something old, and something new for tonight
Put your together for Snoop Doggy Dogg
The Dogg Pound, and the fabulous

[Snoop Dogg]
like everywhere I look, and everywhere I go
I'm hearing motherfuckers trying to steal my
But it ain't no thing see my nigga Coolio
Put me up on the game when I step the do'
Ya know, of these niggas is so deceptive
my styles like a contraceptive
I ya get burnt, it seems ya haven't learnt
It's the nack patty wack, I still got the bigger sack
So put gun away, run away, 'cause I'm back (why?)
Hit em up, get em up, em up, now
Tell me going on
It make me want to holler, 'cause my dollars in ozones
for the break-up, so take off your clothes
And quit to spit at my motherfucking hoes
Seaking of hoes, get to the point
You think you got the 'cause I rolled you a joint
You'se a flea and I'm the big
I'll scratch you off my with my motherfucking paws
Y'alls, niggas, better
And see where I'm coming from it's still East Side I die
Why ask why? As the keeps spinning to the D-O-Double-G-why

It's a mixed up world, it's a Doggy Dogg World
It's a Doggy Dogg World, a Doggy Dogg World
The Dogg's

Well if you give me ten then I'll fuck all ten
See my homey Snoop Doggy juice and gin
slip, I'm fo' to set trip, to get papers
Styles vary, packing flavor like Life
Ain't that something, talk shit and I'm
I had your fucking block bumping
sweat, but check the technique, I'm unique like China
Ya never find the bomb-a-rama then Nigga behind ya
So peek-a-boo, clear the way, I'm through
One-two, three, you see me
I'm a G like strapped with hit hard tactics
A fucking menace, using hoes like tennis
It's on again, on and popping
All I see is green, so ain't no stopping
I want to see some dropping
I'm coming from L.A., she to chill with Dre up in Compton
(All I did was just use that hoe
Show her my dickies, get with these, and flows)
I'm dishing out blues, I'm upsetting bad news
Cut off khakis, braids, and house shoes
Kurupt, the often marked for catching slugs
And I smoke weed for the of it
Ruff and rugged shit, it's how I gets wicked
But it's mandatory I kick it
it, I'm runnin hoes in 94, now must I prove it
Hoes call me Ray for the way I be sticking and moving
Prepare for a war, on, I'm head hunting
Hit the button, and light shit up like Red
Peep, the from a verbal assassin
Murdering with rhymes packing Tec-9's for some
You really know, do you, you fucking with a hog
You do me, I'm going out looney like O-Dog

Tha Dogg Pound rocks the party (all long)
Tell (till the early morn)
It don't stop (and uh) it don't (for the)
The Dogg Pound clique (to drop the cavvy shit)

Daz out of the motherfucking cut once mo'
So grab a seat and grab gin and juice and check out the flow
I flip flop and serve hoes with a fat
Till I die I'm screaming that (bitches ain't shit)
Now I'm the mack daddy, had he, not about
The city I'm from, dumb diddy dumb
As you groove to the shit
The D-O-Double-G the P-O-you-N-D, the gangsta
Now as the Pound break it down the gangsta funk
I can see and I can tell that's what the fuck you
So I up the chronic, so I can get high
I promise smoke chronic till the day that I die