Luyện nghe bài hát Gin and Juice

With so much in the L-B-C
It's kinda bein Snoop D-O-double-G
But I, somehow, way
Keep comin up funky ass shit like every single day
May I, kick a something for the G's
and, make a few while I breeze, to
Two in the mornin and the party's still
cause my momma home
I got the in the living room gettin it on
and, they ain't 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 lights and close the
But (but what) we don't them hoes,
So we gonna an ounce to this
G's up, hoes down, while my fuckers 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)

Two:]
Got me some gin
Everybodys got their cups, but ain't chipped 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 cultivating music that be me
you listen, to the words that I speak
As I take me a to the middle of the street
And get a mackin to this bitch named
She used to be the homeboy's (oh, that bitch)
Eighty degrees, when I that chick please
In a dog pound, the breeze.

[Verse

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

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