Luyện nghe bài hát Bring Back That G Shit

[Snoop
Ride,
Rough, on, ride 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 know it's all right, cascades
And G'z stompin' on like parades
Escapades and charades
When the stopped
And it Young Gotti
Seen so bodies
Drop fours hop classics and measures
Principle's a pleasure and endeavours
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 make
And Snoop, he and calculates
In moves, the Pound Pentagon
Wit a pistols, I holla the gangstas' at
Daz poppin' his coller, sweet 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
'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 comin' wit the heat to make ya bump
Freddy said he had a whole a down to go steady
And stick up Eddie for his fedy and it all back to daddy
I want bread, now put it on the patty
Knick Knack style, back and flip files
In the verge, on now now honey child
Bow Wow, do ya now, how ya it doggystyle?
Smile and grinnin', sippin' on some
wit a cap and ya all strapped in
Once ya back in, it's straight
I it crackin'

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This is how we all get
Bring back that "G" fo' me!

Dogg]
I know I slept you, ya, fin'na fetch ya
Snatch ya back too, 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' 'bout chemistry or
This "G"'ology, you me
Niggas be me and willin' me
he, thinkin' y'all gon' smash on me
Blast on me, the
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 over weed and a can of milla, illa
a nigga like a flea
Bigg Snoopy D-O gizzle
Way off tha hizzle my

Loc]
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
'Cause the Gold Loc, he do you like a 20 or
Ain't no fun the way I play, I plays 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 Crips
Never slip, set trip, and chronic dip
'cause!

[Hook

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

[Kokane -

[Fred
Hey!