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 up with funky 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 living gettin it on
and, they ain't leavin til six in the (six in the mornin)
So you gonna do,
I got a pocket of rubbers and my homeboys do too
So turn out the and close the door
But (but what) we don't love hoes,
So we smoke an ounce to this
G's up, down, while my fuckers bounce to this

repeat 2x]

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

Two:]
Got me some gin
Everybodys got their cups, but ain't chipped in
now type of things, happen all the time
You got to get yours, but I gotta get mine
Everything is when you listenin to the D-O-G
got the cultivating music that be me
When you listen, to the that I speak
As I take me a drink to the of the street
And get a to this bitch named Sadie
She used to be the lady (oh, that bitch)
Eighty degrees, 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 bubonic chronic that made me choke
Shit, this no joke
I had to up off of it and sit my cup down
Bang around and chronic, yeah I'm up now
But it no stoppin, I'm still poppin
Dre got bitches from the city of compton
To serve me, not with a on top
Cause when I bust my nut, I raisin' the blood off the cut
Don't get girl, that's 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 and my money on my mind]
Rollin the street, smokin indo, sippin on gin and juice
[with my on my money and my money on my mind]