Luyện nghe bài hát Bring Back That G Shit

[Snoop
Ride,
Rough, on, ride on
Roll on, on
What!, what!, what!
on, ride on, roll on
what!, w-w-what!, what!, w-w-what!
on

This is the game you spit to a nigga
Let a nigga know it's all right,
And G'z stompin' on like parades
Escapades and played
When the stampede
And it Young Gotti
Seen so bodies
fours hop classics and drastic measures
Principle's a and penal endeavours
Whatever the case, whatever case, caught on a chase
When a chase, it began in the facial of
Me and Fred, he make beats, I rhymes
And Snoop, he and calculates
In moves, the Pound Pentagon
Wit a pistols, I holla the gangstas' at
Daz poppin' his coller, sweet and sour
Pop Chucks and collers, rolllin' the streets in my '84 Impala

[Snoop
Holla, holla, if you
We gon' run it the co'na, it's the killa Califo'nia
Ya see, I do it to ya
'Cause I know it ya, ya try up do us
But you can't you lovin' this beat
Uh, uh... we dump, dump to you pump, pump
We comin' wit the heat to ya trunk bump
Freddy said he had a whole a gritty down to go
And stick up Eddie for his fedy and bring it all to daddy
I want bread, cheese now put it on the
Knick style, kick back and flip files
In the verge, on now now honey child
Bow Wow, do ya now, how ya like it
and grinnin', sippin' on some gin'n
Roll wit a cap and ya all in
ya back in, it's straight mackin'
I keep it

- 4x]
This is how we all get
Bring that "G" shit fo' me!

Dogg]
I I slept you, kept ya, fin'na fetch ya
Snatch ya too, slapped you and rapped too
The sat 'chu and rat packed you, act two
Now must i do, to get you back
To the way is to see, D-P-G-C'ology
I'm not 'bout chemistry or biology
This "G"'ology, you me
Niggas be me and willin' me
Silly he, thinkin' gon' smash on me
Blast on me, the
take ya back to the ol' skool and let ya cut class wit me
Get ass wit me
Then get us somethin' to and let you sip out the same glass as me
And now you a
And it was all over weed and a tall can of milla,
a nigga like a flea
Bigg Snoopy D-O gizzle
Way off tha my nizzle

[Goldie
I hit niggas and if you fuck wit my mental
'Cause I'm a killa and release ya pop like 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 plays fo'
No you've just been sweeped to sweep
Locations, directions, not even a
Bitch I doubt it, if ya body get like waste
In the alley, killa Cali, this Crips
Never slip, set trip, and smoke dip
'cause!

[Hook

Nelson]
Snoop Dogg has to give it to ya
Fredwreck got the reefers through ya
Loc can put the G and the C
Wit Kurupt Young Gotti from the

- Harmonizing]

[Fred
Hey!