Luyện nghe bài hát Gin and Juice

With so drama in the L-B-C
It's hard bein Snoop D-O-double-G
But I, somehow, way
Keep comin up funky ass shit like every single day
May I, a little something for the G's
and, make a few while I breeze, to
Two in the and the party's still jumpin
my momma ain't home
I got the bitches in the living room it on
and, they ain't til six in the mornin (six in the mornin)
So what you do,
I got a pocket full of and my homeboys do too
So out the lights and close the door
But (but what) we don't love hoes,
So we gonna smoke an ounce to
G's up, hoes down, while my bounce to this

repeat 2x]

Rollin the street, smokin indo, sippin on gin and juice
(with my on my money and my money on my mind)

Two:]
Got me some gin
Everybodys got their cups, but ain't chipped in
now these type of things, all the time
You got to get yours, but I gotta get mine
Everything is fine when you to the D-O-G
got the cultivating music that be me
When you listen, to the words that I
As I take me a drink to the of the street
And get a mackin to this named Sadie
She used to be the homeboy's lady (oh, bitch)
Eighty degrees, when I that chick please
In a dog pound, the breeze.

[Verse

on that day
My homey dr. dre came over with a gang of
And a fat ass g, of some chronic that made me choke
Shit, ain't no joke
I had to back up off of it and sit my cup
Bang around and chronic, I'm fucked up now
But it no stoppin, I'm still poppin
Dre got some from the city of compton
To serve me, not with a on top
Cause when I bust my nut, I ain't the blood off the cut
get upset girl, that's just how it goes
I don't you hoes, I'm out the do'
And be

Rollin the street, smokin indo, sippin on gin and juice
[with my on my money and my money on my mind]
Rollin the street, smokin indo, sippin on gin and juice
[with my mind on my money and my money on my