Luyện nghe bài hát Bring Back That G Shit

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

This is the game you spit to a nigga
Let a know it's all right, cascades
And G'z on niggas like parades
Escapades and charades
When the stampede
And it Young Gotti
Seen so bodies
Drop hop classics and drastic measures
Principle's a and penal endeavours
Whatever the case, whatever case, it's on a chase
When a chase, it in the facial of race
Me and Fred, he beats, I make 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' through the streets in my '84

Dogg]
Holla, holla, if you
We gon' run it from the co'na, it's the killa
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 make you pump,
We wit the heat to make ya trunk bump
Freddy said he had a a gritty down to go steady
And up Eddie for his fedy and bring it all back to daddy
I bread, cheese now put it on the patty
Knick Knack style, kick back and flip
In the verge, on now listen now child
Bow Wow, do ya now, how ya it doggystyle?
Smile and grinnin', sippin' on gin'n
wit a cap and ya all strapped in
Once ya back in, straight mackin'
I it crackin'

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

[Snoop
I know I slept you, ya, fin'na fetch ya
ya back too, slapped you and rapped too
The sat 'chu 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' 'bout or biology
This "G"'ology, you me
Niggas be killin' me and me
Silly he, thinkin' y'all gon' on me
Blast on me, the
I'll take ya back to the ol' skool and let ya cut wit me
Get ass wit me
Then get us somethin' to drink and let you sip out the same as me
And now you a
And it was all over weed and a can of milla, illa
Kill a like a flea
Bigg Snoopy D-O double
Way off tha hizzle my

Loc]
I hit and bitches if you fuck wit my mental
I'm a killa and stick release ya pop like a pimple
If you don't got my I suggest you run
the Gold Loc, he do you like a 20 or done
Ain't no fun the way I play, I plays fo' keeps
No details you've just sweeped to sweep
Locations, directions, not a trace
Bitch I doubt it, if ya body get found waste
In the alley, Cali, this Eastsidaz Crips
slip, set trip, and smoke chronic dip
'cause!

[Hook

[Traci
Doggy 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!