Luyện nghe bài hát Gin and Juice

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

[Chorus: 2x]

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

[Verse
Got me Seagram's gin
got their cups, but they ain't chipped in
now these type of things, all the time
You got to get yours, but fool I get mine
is fine when 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 to this bitch named Sadie
She to be the homeboy's lady (oh, that bitch)
Eighty degrees, when I that chick please
In a dog pound, the breeze.

[Verse

on that day
My homey dr. dre came over a gang of tanqueray
And a fat ass g, of some chronic 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, yeah I'm up now
But it ain't no stoppin, I'm still
Dre got some 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 upset girl, that's how it goes
I love you hoes, I'm out the do'
And be

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