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 spit to a nigga
Let a nigga it's all right, cascades
And G'z stompin' on like parades
and charades played
When the stampede
And it Young Gotti
so many bodies
Drop fours hop classics and drastic
Principle's a pleasure and endeavours
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 controls and
In moves, the Pound Pentagon
Wit a pistols, I holla where the at
Daz poppin' his coller, nigga sweet and
Pop Chucks and collers, through the streets in my '84 Impala

Dogg]
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 know it ya, ya try up do us
But you can't 'cause you lovin' beat
Uh, uh... we dump, dump to make you pump,
We comin' wit the heat to make ya trunk
Freddy he had a whole a gritty down 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 flip
In the verge, on now listen now honey
Bow Wow, do ya now, how ya it doggystyle?
Smile and grinnin', sippin' on some
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 that "G" fo' me!

Dogg]
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 used to see,
I'm not talkin' 'bout chemistry or
This "G"'ology, you me
Niggas be killin' me and me
Silly he, thinkin' y'all gon' 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 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
Kill a nigga a flea
Snoopy D-O double gizzle
Way off tha hizzle my

[Goldie
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 money I you run
the Gold Loc, he do you like a 20 or done
Ain't no fun the way I play, nigga I fo' keeps
No details just been sweeped to sweep
Locations, directions, not even a
Bitch I doubt it, if ya get found like waste
In the alley, killa Cali, this Eastsidaz
Never slip, set trip, and smoke dip
'cause!

-4x]

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

[Kokane -

[Fred
Hey!