Luyện nghe bài hát Bring Back That G Shit

[Snoop
Ride,
Rough, on, ride 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 wanna to a nigga
Let a nigga it's all right, cascades
And G'z stompin' on niggas like
Escapades and played
the stampede stopped
And it Young Gotti
so many bodies
Drop fours hop classics and measures
Principle's a pleasure and penal
Whatever the case, whatever case, it's on a chase
a chase, it began in the facial of race
Me and Fred, he beats, I make rhymes
And Snoop, he and calculates
In pervious moves, the Pentagon
Wit a pistols, I where the gangstas' at
Daz poppin' his coller, nigga sweet and
Pop Chucks and collers, through the streets in my '84 Impala

[Snoop
Holla, holla, if you
We gon' run it from the co'na, it's the killa
Ya see, I do it to ya
I know it screw ya, ya try up do us
But you can't 'cause you this beat
Uh, uh... we dump, dump to make you pump,
We wit the heat to make ya trunk bump
said he had a whole a gritty down to go steady
And stick up Eddie for his fedy and bring it all to daddy
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
and grinnin', sippin' on some 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
back that "G" shit 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 ya back 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 same 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 double
Way off tha hizzle my

[Goldie
I hit niggas and bitches if you wit my mental
'Cause I'm a and stick 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
no fun the way I play, nigga I plays fo' keeps
No details you've just been to sweep
Locations, directions, not a trace
I doubt it, if ya body get found like waste
In the alley, killa Cali, Eastsidaz Crips
Never slip, set trip, and smoke dip
'cause!

[Hook

Nelson]
Snoop Doggy Dogg has to it to ya
Fredwreck got the bumpin' through ya
Loc can put the G and the C
Wit Young Gotti from the D-P-G

- Harmonizing]

[Fred
Hey!