Luyện nghe bài hát Gz And Hustlas

This is for the Gz, and is for the Hustlas
is for the hustlas, now back to the Gz
This is for the Gz, and is for the Hustlas
This is for the hustlas now to the Gz

Freeze, at ease, now let me some more of them keys
19-9-tre so let me just play
It's Snoop Dogg, I'm on the mic, I'm back Dr. Dre
But this time I'ma hit yo' ass a touch
To motherfuckers in a daze, fucked up
So sit back new jacks get smacked
It's Doggy Dogg I'm at the top of the stack
I don't for a second, and I'm still checking
The dopest motherfucker ya hearing on the record
me, ya see, S-N-double-O-P
D-O-double-G-why, the
I'm fly as a falcon, soaring the sky
And I'm high till I dizzie,
So check it, I get busy, I make your dizzy
I blow up your like I was Dizzy Gillespie
I'm crazy, you phase me
I'm the S oh yes, I'm fresh, I don't with the stress
I'm all the chronic, bionic ya see
Every single day, chilling the D-O-double-G's
P-O-you-N-D my clique, my crew
Ya fuck us, we gots to fuck you up
I ya knew, but yet and still
Ya want to get real, now time to peel, ya say chill
And feel, the motherfucking
Snoop Dogg is on the mic I'm hitting hard as steel nigga

is for the Gz, and this is for the Hustlas
This is for the hustlas, now to the Gz
This is for the Gz, and is for the Hustlas
This is for the hustlas now to the Gz

How many in your motherfucking group
Want to a ride in my 7-8 Coupe, DeVille
Chill, as I take you on a
Where them niggas ride, and slide, you know about the Side
Niggas like myself, here to show you where at
my hoes on my side, and my strap on my back
Papers I stack daily, and Death Row is still the that pays me
But you how that goes
We toe for toe, if you ain't on the Row
you and your hoe, really doe, so check it
It's Snoop Dogg on the solo tip
Still clocking grip, and really don't give a
About at all, just my Doggs, stepping through the fog
And I'm gonna fade em all
With the gangsta shit that keeps ya
How many hoes in ninety-four I be banging?
single one, to get the job done
As I dip, skip, flip, back to two one
the sun be shining and I be ryhming
It's me, D-O-double-G, and I'm climbing

This is for the Gz, and this is for the
is for the hustlas, now back to the Gz
This is for the Gz, and is for the Hustlas
This is for the now back to the Gz

I come creeping through the fog my sagging Dukes
Side, Long Beach, in a 7-8 Coupe DeBille
I'm rolling with the G Funk, bumping in my shit and it don't
So drop it on the one motherfucker put together set
A nigga with a of that gangsta shit
the Eastside hoes on my motherfucking dick
And the Compton niggas all about to set
Swing it back, bring it back, just this
And if you my shit, then blaze up another spliff
And keep the motherfucking blunt in pocket loc
'cause Dogg is all about the zig zag smoke
See a West coast thing, where I'm from
And if you want some, get some, bad enough, take
But watch the gun by my
Because it me and the motherfucking East Side
So bow down to the bow wow, bow wow
yo, you can't see my flow
My shit is dope, original, now you
And can't no hood fuck Death Rizzow

This is for the Gz, and this is for the
is for the hustlas, now back to the Gz
This is for the Gz, and this is for the
This is for the hustlas now to the Gz