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 bedtime
Come here, sit on my lap, okay, it out

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

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

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

Caught up in traffic behind some hood rat
Grease strikes you out with no get
for a steak 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
go get a stick, nigga, dip with me
We can ride on some for nuthin' at all
Even if we cool 'em, fuck 'em, let's go get 'em

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

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

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

Before I came out, niggas was wearing
I brought the curl and the golf hat
The black sack and this skandelous raps
The one eight seven 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 on the down low

Oh, once upon a in the LBC
lived a OG from 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 nothing to him 'cause he's like stainless
And all they hated on him he was way to real
I know why but he's just so fly
But I gotta end this by saying goodnight