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 wanna to a nigga
Let a nigga know it's all right,
And G'z stompin' on niggas like
and charades played
When the stopped
And it Young Gotti
Seen so many
Drop hop classics and drastic measures
a pleasure and penal endeavours
Whatever the case, whatever case, it's caught on a
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 Pound
Wit a pistols, I where the gangstas' at
Daz poppin' his coller, nigga and sour
Pop Chucks and collers, through the streets in my '84 Impala

[Snoop
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 'cause you 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 to daddy
I want bread, now put it on the patty
Knick Knack style, back and flip files
In the verge, on now listen now child
Bow Wow, do ya now, how ya like it
and grinnin', sippin' on some gin'n
Roll wit a cap and ya all in
ya back in, it's straight mackin'
I it crackin'

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

[Snoop
I know I slept you, kept ya, fetch ya
Snatch ya too, slapped you and rapped 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 'bout chemistry or biology
"G"'ology, you feelin' me
Niggas be killin' me and me
Silly he, thinkin' y'all smash 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 like a flea
Snoopy D-O double gizzle
Way off tha hizzle my

Loc]
I hit and bitches if you fuck wit my mental
'Cause I'm a killa and stick release ya pop a pimple
If you don't got my money I you run
'Cause the 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 it, if ya body get found like waste
In the alley, killa Cali, this Eastsidaz
Never slip, set trip, and chronic dip
'cause!

-4x]

[Traci
Snoop Doggy Dogg has to it to ya
Fredwreck got the reefers through ya
Loc can put the G and the C
Wit Kurupt Gotti from the D-P-G

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[Fred
Hey!