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 you wanna spit to a nigga
Let a nigga it's all right, cascades
And G'z stompin' on like parades
Escapades and charades
When the stampede
And it Young Gotti
Seen so bodies
Drop fours hop and drastic measures
Principle's a pleasure and penal
Whatever the case, whatever case, it's caught on a
a chase, it began in the facial of race
Me and Fred, he make beats, I make
And Snoop, he and calculates
In pervious moves, the Pound
Wit a pistols, I holla where the at
Daz poppin' his coller, nigga sweet and
Pop and collers, rolllin' through the streets in my '84 Impala

[Snoop
Holla, holla, if you
We gon' run it the co'na, it's the killa Califo'nia
Ya see, I do it to ya
'Cause I know it ya, ya try up do us
But you 'cause you lovin' this beat
Uh, uh... we dump, to make you pump, pump
We comin' wit the heat to make ya bump
Freddy he had a whole a gritty down to go steady
And stick up for his fedy and bring it all back to daddy
I want bread, cheese now put it on the
Knick style, kick back and flip 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 back in, straight mackin'
I it crackin'

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

[Snoop
I I slept you, kept ya, fin'na fetch ya
Snatch ya back too, you and rapped too
The sat 'chu and rat packed 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' chemistry or biology
This "G"'ology, you me
be killin' me and willin' 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 to drink and let you sip out the same glass as me
And now you a
And it was all over and a tall 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 fuck wit my
'Cause I'm a killa and release ya pop like a pimple
If you got my money I suggest you run
'Cause the Gold Loc, he do you a 20 or done
Ain't no fun the way I play, I plays fo' keeps
No details just been sweeped to sweep
Locations, directions, not a trace
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
Doggy Dogg has to give it to ya
Fredwreck got the bumpin' through ya
Loc can put the G and the C
Wit Kurupt Young Gotti the D-P-G

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[Fred
Hey!