Luyện nghe bài hát Bring Back That G Shit

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

This is the game you wanna spit to a
Let a know it's all right, cascades
And G'z stompin' on niggas like
Escapades and played
the stampede stopped
And it continuously Gotti
so many bodies
Drop 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 of race
Me and Fred, he make beats, I make
And Snoop, he and calculates
In moves, the Pound Pentagon
Wit a pistols, I where the gangstas' at
Daz poppin' his coller, sweet and sour
Pop Chucks and collers, rolllin' through the streets in my '84

[Snoop
Holla, holla, if you
We gon' run it from the co'na, it's the Califo'nia
Ya see, I do it to ya
'Cause I it screw ya, ya try up do us
But you can't 'cause you this beat
Uh, uh... we dump, to make you pump, pump
We comin' wit the heat to ya trunk bump
Freddy he had a whole a gritty down to go steady
And up Eddie for his fedy and bring it all back to daddy
I want bread, now put it on the patty
Knick Knack style, kick back and flip
In the verge, on now listen now honey
Bow Wow, do ya now, how ya it doggystyle?
Smile and grinnin', sippin' on gin'n
Roll wit a cap and ya all in
Once ya in, it's straight mackin'
I keep it

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

[Snoop
I know I you, kept ya, fin'na fetch ya
Snatch ya back too, you and rapped too
The vacuum sat 'chu and rat 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 talkin' 'bout chemistry or
This "G"'ology, you me
Niggas be me and willin' me
Silly he, thinkin' gon' smash on me
on me, the audacity
I'll take ya to the ol' skool and let ya cut class wit me
Get ass wit me
Then get us somethin' to drink and let you sip out the glass as me
And now you a
And it was all over weed and a can of milla, illa
a nigga like a flea
Bigg Snoopy D-O gizzle
Way off tha my nizzle

Loc]
I hit niggas and if you fuck wit my mental
'Cause I'm a killa and stick release ya pop like a
If you got my money I suggest you run
'Cause the Loc, he do you like a 20 or done
Ain't no fun the way I play, nigga I fo' keeps
No details you've just been sweeped to
Locations, directions, not even a
Bitch I doubt it, if ya get found like waste
In the alley, Cali, this Eastsidaz Crips
Never slip, set trip, and smoke dip
'cause!

-4x]

[Traci
Snoop Doggy has to give it to ya
Fredwreck got the reefers through ya
Loc can put the G and the C
Wit Kurupt Young Gotti the D-P-G

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[Fred
Hey!