Luyện nghe bài hát Bring Back That G Shit

[Snoop
Ride,
Rough, on, ride on
on, roll on
What!, what!, what!
Ride on, ride on, on
what!, w-w-what!, what!, w-w-what!
on

This is the game you wanna spit to a
Let a nigga know all right, cascades
And G'z on niggas like parades
and charades played
When the stampede
And it continuously Gotti
so many bodies
Drop fours hop and drastic measures
Principle's a pleasure and penal
Whatever the case, whatever case, caught on a chase
When a chase, it began in the facial of
Me and Fred, he make beats, I make
And Snoop, he controls and
In pervious moves, the Pentagon
Wit a pistols, I holla the gangstas' at
Daz poppin' his coller, nigga and sour
Pop Chucks and collers, rolllin' through the in my '84 Impala

[Snoop
Holla, holla, if you
We gon' run it from the co'na, it's the killa
Ya see, I do it to ya
'Cause I know it ya, ya try up do us
But you 'cause you lovin' this beat
Uh, uh... we dump, dump to you pump, pump
We wit the heat to make ya trunk bump
Freddy said he had a a gritty down to go steady
And stick up Eddie for his fedy and bring it all to daddy
I want bread, cheese now put it on the
Knick Knack style, kick back and files
In the verge, on now listen now honey
Bow Wow, do ya now, how ya like it
Smile and grinnin', sippin' on some
wit a cap and ya all strapped in
Once ya back in, straight mackin'
I keep it

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This is how we all get
Bring back "G" shit fo' me!

[Snoop
I I slept you, kept ya, fin'na fetch ya
Snatch ya too, slapped you and rapped too
The sat 'chu and rat packed you, act two
Now what must i do, to get you
To the way is used to see,
I'm not talkin' 'bout or biology
This "G"'ology, you me
Niggas be killin' me and me
Silly he, thinkin' y'all smash on me
Blast on me, the
I'll take ya to the ol' skool and let ya cut class wit me
Get ass wit me
Then get us somethin' to and let you sip out the same glass as me
And now you a
And it was all over weed and a can of milla, illa
Kill a nigga like a
Bigg D-O double gizzle
Way off tha hizzle my

Loc]
I hit niggas and if you fuck wit my mental
'Cause I'm a killa and stick release ya pop a pimple
If you don't got my money I you run
the Gold Loc, he do you like a 20 or done
Ain't no fun the way I play, I plays fo' keeps
No details you've just sweeped to sweep
Locations, directions, not a trace
I doubt it, if ya body get found like waste
In the alley, Cali, this Eastsidaz Crips
slip, set trip, and smoke chronic dip
'cause!

[Hook

[Traci
Snoop Doggy has to give it to ya
Fredwreck got the reefers through ya
Loc can put the G and the C
Wit Kurupt Gotti from the D-P-G

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[Fred
Hey!