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 you wanna spit to a nigga
Let a nigga know it's all right,
And G'z stompin' on niggas like
Escapades and charades
When the stampede
And it continuously Gotti
Seen so bodies
Drop fours hop and drastic measures
Principle's a pleasure and endeavours
Whatever the case, whatever case, it's caught on a
When a chase, it in the facial of race
Me and Fred, he make beats, I make
And Snoop, he controls and
In pervious moves, the Pentagon
Wit a pistols, I where the gangstas' at
Daz poppin' his coller, sweet and sour
Pop Chucks and collers, through the streets in my '84 Impala

Dogg]
Holla, holla, if you
We gon' run it from the co'na, the killa Califo'nia
Ya see, I do it to ya
'Cause I it screw ya, ya try up do us
But you can't 'cause you lovin' this
Uh, uh... we dump, dump to make you pump,
We comin' wit the heat to ya trunk bump
Freddy said he had a whole a down to go steady
And stick up Eddie for his fedy and bring it all back to
I want bread, cheese now put it on the
Knick Knack style, kick and flip files
In the verge, on now listen now honey
Bow Wow, do ya now, how ya it doggystyle?
Smile and grinnin', on some gin'n
wit a cap and ya all strapped in
Once ya back in, straight mackin'
I keep it

- 4x]
This is how we all get
Bring that "G" shit fo' me!

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

[Goldie
I hit and bitches if you fuck wit my mental
'Cause I'm a killa and stick ya pop like a pimple
If you don't got my I suggest you run
'Cause the Gold Loc, he do you a 20 or done
Ain't no fun the way I play, nigga I fo' keeps
No details you've just been to sweep
Locations, directions, not a trace
Bitch I doubt it, if ya body get like waste
In the alley, killa Cali, this Crips
Never slip, set trip, and chronic dip
'cause!

[Hook

Nelson]
Snoop Dogg 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

- Harmonizing]

[Fred
Hey!