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 wanna spit to a
Let a nigga know all right, cascades
And G'z on niggas like parades
and charades played
When the stopped
And it continuously Young
Seen so bodies
fours hop classics and drastic measures
Principle's a pleasure and penal
Whatever the case, whatever case, caught on a chase
When a chase, it in the facial of race
Me and Fred, he make beats, I rhymes
And Snoop, he and calculates
In pervious moves, the Pound
Wit a pistols, I holla where the at
Daz poppin' his coller, nigga 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 it screw ya, ya try up do us
But you can't you lovin' this beat
Uh, uh... we dump, dump to you pump, pump
We comin' wit the heat to make ya bump
Freddy said he had a whole a gritty 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 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, it's straight
I it crackin'

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

Dogg]
I I slept you, kept ya, fin'na fetch 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 or biology
"G"'ology, you feelin' me
Niggas be me and willin' me
Silly he, y'all gon' 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
get us somethin' to drink 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
Bigg D-O double gizzle
Way off tha my nizzle

Loc]
I hit niggas and if you fuck wit my mental
'Cause I'm a killa and stick release ya pop like a
If you don't got my I suggest 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
I doubt 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 bumpin' through ya
Loc can put the G and the C
Wit Kurupt Young from the D-P-G

- Harmonizing]

[Fred
Hey!