Luyện nghe bài hát G Bedtime Stories

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

Great scotts, hot today
He ran up out of bullets so I shot him in his
He fell to the floor his hands in the air
His vision gettin' blurry but you know, I care

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Before I came out, niggas was slack
I brought the back and the golf hat
The black poker sack and skandelous raps
The one eight seven kidnaps and

I brought 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 upon a in the LBC
There lived a OG the DPG
And all the little kids up to him
All the women true to him, police tried to do him

But couldn't do to him 'cause he's like stainless steel
And all they hated on him because he was way to
I don't why but he's just so fly
But I gotta end story by saying goodnight