Luyện nghe bài hát Bring Back That G Shit

[Snoop
Ride,
Rough, ride on, on
Roll on, on
What!, what!, what!
Ride on, 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
and charades played
When the stampede
And it continuously Young
Seen so bodies
Drop fours hop classics and measures
Principle's a pleasure and endeavours
Whatever the case, whatever case, it's caught on a
When a chase, it began in the facial of
Me and Fred, he make beats, I make
And Snoop, he and calculates
In pervious moves, the Pound
Wit a pistols, I holla the gangstas' at
Daz poppin' his coller, nigga and sour
Pop Chucks and collers, rolllin' through the in my '84 Impala

Dogg]
Holla, holla, if you
We run it from the co'na, it's the killa Califo'nia
Ya see, I do it to ya
I know it screw 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 to go steady
And stick up Eddie for his fedy and bring it all back to
I want bread, now put it on the patty
Knick Knack style, kick back and files
In the verge, on now listen now honey
Bow Wow, do ya now, how ya like it
Smile and grinnin', 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!

[Snoop
I know I slept you, kept ya, fin'na ya
Snatch ya back too, slapped you and too
The vacuum sat and rat packed you, act two
Now what i do, to get you back
To the way is to see, D-P-G-C'ology
I'm not talkin' chemistry or biology
"G"'ology, you feelin' me
Niggas be killin' me and me
Silly he, thinkin' y'all gon' on me
Blast on me, the
I'll take ya to the ol' skool and let ya cut class wit me
Get ass wit me
get us somethin' to drink and let you sip out the same glass as me
And now you a
And it was all weed and a tall can of milla, illa
a nigga like a flea
Bigg Snoopy D-O double
Way off tha my nizzle

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

-4x]

[Traci
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 from the D-P-G

[Kokane -

[Fred
Hey!