Luyện nghe bài hát Gin and Juice

With so much 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 and the party's still jumpin
cause my momma home
I got the bitches in the living room it on
and, they leavin til six in the mornin (six in the mornin)
So you gonna do,
I got a full of rubbers and my homeboys do too
So turn out the and close 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 the street, smokin indo, sippin on gin and juice
(with my on my money and my money on my mind)

Two:]
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 I gotta get mine
Everything is fine when you listenin to the
got the cultivating music that be me
you listen, to the words that I speak
As I me a drink to the middle of the street
And get a mackin to bitch named Sadie
She used to be the homeboy's lady (oh, bitch)
Eighty degrees, when I tell chick please
In a dog pound, the breeze.

[Verse

Later on day
My homey dr. dre came with a gang of tanqueray
And a fat ass g, of some bubonic chronic that made me
Shit, ain't 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 ain't no stoppin, I'm poppin
Dre got some from the city of compton
To serve me, not a cherry on top
when I bust my nut, I ain't raisin' the blood off the cut
Don't get upset girl, just 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 on my money and my money on my mind]
Rollin the street, smokin indo, sippin on gin and juice
[with my mind on my and my money on my mind]