Luyện nghe bài hát Doggy Dogg World

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

Doggy Dogg]
It's everywhere I look, and everywhere I go
I'm motherfuckers trying to steal my flow
But it ain't no thing cause see my nigga
Put me up on the game when I through the do'
Ya know, some of these is so deceptive
Using my styles a contraceptive
I hope ya get burnt, it seems ya haven't
It's the nick nack patty wack, I still got the bigger
So put your gun away, run away, 'cause I'm (why?)
Hit em up, get em up, em up, now
Tell me what's on
It make me want to holler, 'cause my come in ozones
Lone for the break-up, so take off clothes
And trying to spit at my motherfucking hoes
Seaking of hoes, I'll get to the
You think you got the bomb I rolled you a joint
You'se a and I'm the big Dogg
I'll you off my balls with my motherfucking paws
Y'alls, niggas, recognize
And see I'm coming from it's still East Side till I die
Why ask why? As the keeps spinning to the D-O-Double-G-why

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

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 Life Savors
Ain't that something, shit and I'm dumping
I had whole fucking block bumping
Don't sweat, but check the technique, I'm like China
Ya find the bomb-a-rama then this Nigga behind ya
So peek-a-boo, the way, I'm coming through
One-two, three, you see me
I'm a G like that strapped with hit hard
A fucking menace, using like tennis rackets
on again, it's on and popping
All I see is green, so there no stopping
I want to see some panties
I'm coming from L.A., she used to with Dre up in Compton
(All I ever did was use that hoe
Show her my dickies, get with these, and flows)
I'm dishing out blues, I'm like bad news
Cut off khakis, french braids, and shoes
Kurupt, the name's marked for catching slugs
And I weed for the fuck of it
and rugged shit, it's unexplanitory how I gets wicked
But mandatory that I kick it
Check it, I'm hoes in 94, now must I prove it
call me Sugar Ray for the way I be sticking and moving
Prepare for a war, it's on, I'm head
Hit the button, and shit up like Red Dawn
Peep, the massacre a verbal assassin
Murdering rhymes packing Tec-9's for some action
You really don't know, do you, you with a hog
You do me, I'm going out looney like O-Dog

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

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