Luyện nghe bài hát Gin and Juice

With so much in the L-B-C
It's hard bein Snoop D-O-double-G
But I, somehow, way
Keep comin up with ass shit like every single day
May I, a little something for the G's
and, a few moves while I breeze, to
Two in the mornin and the still jumpin
cause my ain't home
I got the bitches in the room gettin it on
and, ain't leavin til six in the mornin (six in the mornin)
So what you do,
I got a full of rubbers and my homeboys do too
So turn out the and close the door
But (but what) we don't them hoes,
So we smoke an ounce to this
G's up, hoes down, while my fuckers bounce to

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

[Verse
Got me Seagram's gin
Everybodys got their cups, but they ain't in
now these type of things, happen all the
You got to get yours, but fool I get mine
is fine when you listenin to the D-O-G
got the cultivating music be captivating me
you listen, to the words that I speak
As I take me a drink to the middle of the
And get a mackin to bitch named Sadie
She used to be the homeboy's lady (oh, bitch)
degrees, when I tell that chick please
In a dog pound, the breeze.

[Verse

Later on day
My homey dr. dre came over with a gang of
And a fat ass g, of some bubonic chronic that made me
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 ain't no stoppin, I'm poppin
Dre got some bitches from the of compton
To me, not with a cherry on top
Cause when I bust my nut, I ain't raisin' the off the cut
Don't get upset girl, just how it goes
I love 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 on my mind]
Rollin down the street, smokin indo, on gin and juice
[with my mind on my and my money on my mind]