Luyện nghe bài hát Gin and Juice

With so much drama in the
It's kinda hard bein D-O-double-G
But I, somehow, way
Keep comin up with funky ass shit like single day
May I, kick a little for the G's
and, a few moves while I breeze, to
Two in the mornin and the party's jumpin
cause my ain't home
I got the bitches in the living gettin it on
and, ain't leavin til six in the mornin (six in the mornin)
So you gonna do,
I got a full of rubbers and my homeboys do too
So turn out the lights and the door
But (but what) we love them hoes,
So we gonna smoke an ounce to
G's up, hoes down, while my fuckers to this

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

[Verse
Got me Seagram's gin
Everybodys got their cups, but they chipped in
now these type of things, happen all the
You got to get yours, but fool I gotta get
Everything is fine you listenin to the D-O-G
got the cultivating that be captivating me
When you listen, to the words that I
As I take me a to the middle of the street
And get a mackin to bitch named Sadie
She used to be the lady (oh, that bitch)
Eighty degrees, when I tell chick please
In a dog pound, the breeze.

[Verse

Later on day
My homey dr. dre came with a gang of tanqueray
And a fat ass g, of bubonic chronic that made me choke
Shit, this ain't no
I had to up off of it and sit my cup down
Bang and chronic, yeah I'm fucked up now
But it no stoppin, I'm still poppin
Dre got some bitches the city of compton
To me, not with a cherry 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 down the street, smokin indo, sippin on gin and
[with my mind on my money and my money on my
Rollin down the street, smokin indo, on gin and juice
[with my mind on my money and my money on my