Luyện nghe bài hát Bring Back That G Shit

[Snoop
Ride,
Rough, ride on, on
Roll on, 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 know it's all right, cascades
And G'z stompin' on niggas like
Escapades and charades
When the stopped
And it Young Gotti
Seen so many
fours hop classics and drastic measures
Principle's a pleasure and penal
the case, whatever case, it's caught on a chase
When a chase, it began in the facial of
Me and Fred, he make beats, I make
And Snoop, he controls and
In pervious moves, the Pentagon
Wit a pistols, I holla the gangstas' at
Daz poppin' his coller, nigga and sour
Pop and collers, rolllin' through the streets in my '84 Impala

Dogg]
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 heat to make ya trunk
Freddy said he had a whole a down to go steady
And stick up Eddie for his fedy and bring it all to daddy
I want bread, cheese now put it on the
Knick Knack style, kick and flip files
In the verge, on now now honey child
Bow Wow, do ya now, how ya like it
Smile and grinnin', sippin' on some
wit a cap and ya all strapped in
Once ya in, it's straight mackin'
I keep it

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

[Snoop
I I slept you, kept ya, fin'na fetch ya
Snatch ya too, slapped you and rapped too
The vacuum sat and rat packed you, act two
Now must i do, to get you back
To the way is to see, D-P-G-C'ology
I'm not talkin' 'bout or biology
"G"'ology, you feelin' me
Niggas be me and willin' me
he, thinkin' y'all gon' smash on me
Blast on me, the
I'll take ya back to the ol' skool and let ya cut wit me
Get ass wit me
Then get us somethin' to drink and let you sip out the glass as me
And now you a
And it was all over weed and a can of milla, illa
Kill a like a flea
Bigg Snoopy D-O double
Way off tha hizzle my

[Goldie
I hit and bitches if you fuck wit my mental
'Cause I'm a killa and stick ya pop like a pimple
If you got my money 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 plays fo'
No details you've just been to sweep
Locations, directions, not even a
Bitch I doubt it, if ya body get found like
In the alley, killa Cali, this 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 Kurupt Young Gotti the D-P-G

[Kokane -

[Fred
Hey!