Luyện nghe bài hát Bring Back That G Shit

[Snoop
Ride,
Rough, ride on, on
on, roll on
What!, what!, what!
Ride on, on, roll 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 parades
and charades played
When the stopped
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 on a chase
When a chase, it began in the facial of
Me and Fred, he make beats, I rhymes
And Snoop, he and calculates
In pervious moves, the Pound
Wit a pistols, I where the gangstas' at
Daz poppin' his coller, nigga sweet and
Pop and collers, rolllin' through the streets in my '84 Impala

Dogg]
Holla, holla, if you
We run it from 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 can't 'cause you lovin' this
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 for his fedy and bring it all back to daddy
I bread, cheese now put it on the patty
Knick Knack style, back and flip files
In the verge, on now listen now honey
Bow Wow, do ya now, how ya like it
Smile and grinnin', on some gin'n
wit a cap and ya all strapped in
Once ya back in, straight mackin'
I it crackin'

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

Dogg]
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 must i do, to get you
To the way is used to see,
I'm not talkin' chemistry or biology
This "G"'ology, you me
Niggas be killin' me and me
Silly he, thinkin' gon' smash on me
Blast on me, the
take ya back to the ol' skool and let ya cut class 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
Kill a nigga like a
Snoopy D-O double gizzle
Way off tha my nizzle

[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 got my money I suggest you run
the Gold Loc, he do you like a 20 or done
Ain't no fun the way I play, nigga I plays fo'
No you've 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, Eastsidaz Crips
Never slip, set trip, and chronic dip
'cause!

[Hook

[Traci
Snoop Doggy has to give 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!