Luyện nghe bài hát Bring Back That G

Ride, ride, rough, ride on, on
Roll on, on, what, what, what?
on, ride on, roll on
Nigga, what, what, what, Ride on

is the game you wanna spit to a nigga
Let a know it's all right, cascades
And G'z stompin' on like parades
and charades played when the stampede stopped

And it
Young Gotti seen so bodies
Drop fours, hop classics and measures
a pleasure and penal endeavors

Whatever the case, whatever case, caught on a chase
When a chase, it began in the of race
Me and Fred, he make beats, I make
And Snoop, he controls and

Impervious moves, the Pentagon
Wit a pistols, I holla the gangstas' at
Daz his collar, nigga, sweet and sour
Pop Chucks and
Rollin' through the streets in my '84

Holla, holla, if you wanna, we run it from the co'na
It's the California, ya see
I do it to ya 'cause I know ya screw it, you do up, do us
But you because you lovin' this beat

We dump, to make you pump, pump
We comin' wit the heat to make ya trunk
Freddy he had a whole a gritty down to go steady
And stick up for his fedy

And bring it all back to
I want bread, cheese, now put it on the
knack style, kick back and flip files
In the verge and now listen here, child

Bow wow, do ya now, how ya like it,
Smile and grinnin', sippin' on some
Roll wit a cap and strapped in
Once ya back in, it's straight mackin', I keep it

This is how we all get
Bring back G shit fo' me
This is how we all get
Bring back that G fo' me

is how we all get down
Bring back that G fo' me
is how we all get down
Bring back G shit fo' me

I know I slept you, kept ya, finna you
Snatch you too, slapped you and rapped too
The vacuum sat 'chu and rat you, act two
Now what I do?

To get you back to the way is to see
DPG
I'm not talkin' chemistry or biology
This G-ology, you me?

Niggas be killin' me and me
Silly, he thinkin' y'all smash on me
Blast on me, the
I'll ya back to the ol' school
And let ya cut wit me

Get ass wit me
get us somethin' to drink
And let you sip out the glass as me
And now you feelin' a killa
And it was all over and a tall can of Miller

Illa, kill a nigga a flea
Big D O double gizzle
Way off tha hizzle, my
I hit and bitches if you fuck wit my mental
'Cause I'm a killa and stick release ya pop a pimple

If you don't got my money, I you run
'Cause the Gold Loc, he do you like a 20 or
Ain't no fun the way I play, nigga, I fo' keeps
No details, you've just sweeped to sleep

Locations, directions, not even a
Bitch, I doubt it, if ya body get found waste
In the alley, killa Cali 'cause is Crips
Never slip, set trip and smoke dip, cuz

is how we all get down
Bring back G shit fo' me
is how we all get down
Bring back G shit fo' me

This is how we all get
Bring back G shit fo' me
is how we all get down
Bring back that G fo' me

Doggy Dogg is gonna do ya
Fredwreck got the bumpin' through ya
Loc can put the G and the C
Wit Kurupt, Young Gotti the DPG

Bitch, hey