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 funky ass shit like every day
May I, kick a little for the G's
and, make a few moves I breeze, to
Two in the mornin and the party's still
my momma ain't home
I got the bitches in the living gettin it on
and, ain't leavin til six in the mornin (six in the mornin)
So you gonna do,
I got a pocket full of and my homeboys do too
So out the lights and close the door
But (but what) we don't them hoes,
So we gonna smoke an to this
G's up, hoes down, my fuckers bounce to this

repeat 2x]

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

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