Luyện nghe bài hát Gin and Juice

With so drama in the L-B-C
It's kinda bein Snoop D-O-double-G
But I, somehow, way
Keep comin up with funky ass shit every single day
May I, a little something for the G's
and, make a few while I breeze, to
Two in the mornin and the party's jumpin
my momma ain't home
I got the in the living 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 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 bounce to

[Chorus: 2x]

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

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

[Verse

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

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