Luyện nghe bài hát G Bedtime Stories

Uncle Snoop Dogg, yo' whassup,
Could you read us a bedtime Alright, alright
get my ash tray, get my lighter
I'm a read ya'll a gangsta story
Come here, sit on my lap, okay, it out

Great scotts, it's hot
He ran up out of bullets so I shot him in his
He fell to the floor with his in the air
His vision gettin' but you know, I didn't care

Peck, peck, he tried to stay on
So I ran up on this nigga and I him in his neck
Shooting like a muthafuckin' vet
Riding on this nigga, my set

No to danger, ain't no warning shots
On the hood gettin' hot, can drop
You have a spot up in town, my nigga
please believe it, it can go down, my nigga

Caught up in traffic behind some hood rat
Grease strikes you out no get back
Wishing for a eatin' on a Kit Kat
And your bitch ain't shit, the little homie hit

Sit back and go see, a trip up with me
Let's go get a stick, nigga, dip me
We can on some niggas for nuthin' at all
Even if we cool 'em, fuck 'em, let's go get 'em

LBC in muthafucka 'cuz
I had to show niggas what time it was
We got thugs, cons, and guns
We're claiming everything, nigga, even and doves

Have you ever slapped a bitch to mack grip?
Or better yet, a clip?
To a muthafuckin' nine for heater
And put the ride down out of G two

You need a nigga like me to get your game that
Young nigga, you could get a smack for
I'm nigga who brought the Afro back
And pat your back and I turn around and snatch your sack

Before I came out, was wearing slack
I the curl back and the golf hat
The poker sack and this skandelous raps
The one seven kidnaps and jacks

I snaps to the game, nigga
Raps to the game, nigga, I'm big rap name, nigga
S N O P fa sho
I do my thang, way cut throat on the low

Oh, once a time in the LBC
lived a OG from the DPG
And all the little kids up to him
All the women stayed to him, police tried to do him

But couldn't do nothing to him 'cause he's stainless steel
And all they hated on him he was way to real
I know why but he's just so fly
But I gotta end story by saying goodnight