Luyện nghe bài hát Bring Back That G Shit

[Snoop
Ride,
Rough, on, ride on
on, roll on
What!, what!, what!
Ride on, on, roll 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 on niggas like parades
and charades played
When the stampede
And it continuously Young
Seen so many
Drop hop classics and drastic measures
Principle's a pleasure and endeavours
Whatever the case, whatever case, it's on a chase
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 Pentagon
Wit a pistols, I holla where the at
Daz his coller, nigga sweet and sour
Pop Chucks and collers, rolllin' through the streets in my '84

[Snoop
Holla, holla, if you
We gon' run it from the co'na, it's the Califo'nia
Ya see, I do it to ya
'Cause I it screw ya, ya try up do us
But you can't 'cause you lovin' this
Uh, uh... we dump, to make you pump, pump
We comin' wit the to make ya trunk bump
Freddy said he had a a gritty down to go steady
And stick up Eddie for his fedy and bring it all to daddy
I bread, cheese now put it on the patty
Knick Knack style, kick back and files
In the verge, on now now honey child
Bow Wow, do ya now, how ya it doggystyle?
Smile and grinnin', sippin' on gin'n
wit a cap and ya all strapped in
Once ya in, it's straight mackin'
I it crackin'

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

Dogg]
I know I 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 'bout chemistry or biology
"G"'ology, you feelin' me
Niggas be me and willin' me
Silly he, thinkin' 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
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
a nigga like a flea
Bigg Snoopy D-O double
Way off tha my nizzle

[Goldie
I hit niggas and bitches if you fuck wit my
'Cause I'm a and stick release ya pop like a pimple
If you don't got my money I 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 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
Doggy Dogg has to give 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

- Harmonizing]

[Fred
Hey!