Luyện nghe bài hát Gin and Juice

With so drama in the L-B-C
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, make a few moves I breeze, to
Two in the and the party's still jumpin
cause my ain't home
I got the bitches in the living room it on
and, they 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 love them 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 money and my on my mind)

Two:]
Got me some gin
Everybodys got their cups, but they chipped in
now these of things, happen all the time
You got to get yours, but fool I get mine
Everything is fine when you listenin to the
got the cultivating that be captivating me
When you listen, to the that I speak
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 that chick
In a dog pound, the breeze.

[Verse

on that day
My dr. dre came over with a gang of tanqueray
And a fat ass g, of some bubonic chronic made me choke
Shit, this no joke
I had to up off of it and sit my cup down
Bang around and chronic, I'm fucked up now
But it no stoppin, I'm still poppin
Dre got some bitches from the city of
To serve me, not with a on top
Cause when I bust my nut, I ain't raisin' the 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, indo, sippin on gin and juice
my mind on my money and my money on my mind]
Rollin down the street, indo, sippin on gin and juice
[with my mind on my and my money on my mind]