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 with 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 still jumpin
cause my ain't home
I got the bitches in the living room it on
and, they ain't til six in the mornin (six in the mornin)
So you gonna 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

repeat 2x]

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

Two:]
Got me Seagram's gin
Everybodys got their cups, but they ain't in
now these of things, happen 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 music that be captivating me
When you listen, to the words I speak
As I take me a drink to the of the street
And get a mackin to this named Sadie
She to be the homeboy's lady (oh, that bitch)
Eighty degrees, when I tell that please
In a dog pound, the breeze.

[Verse

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