Luyện nghe bài hát Nuthin’ But A G Thang

1, 2, 3 and to the 4
Snoop Doggy Dogg and Dr. Dre is at the
Ready to an entrance so back on up
(Cause you we're about to rip shit up)
me the microphone first so I can bust like a bubble
Compton and Long Beach now you know you in trouble
nothing but a G thang, baby
Two out niggas so we're crazy
Death Row is the that pays me
Unfadeable, so don't try to fade this
But um, back to the lecture at
Perfection is perfected, so let em understand
From a G's perspective
And before me dig out a bitch I have to find a
You know, she could be earning her man
And her man -- and at the same time burning her man
Now you I ain't with that shit, Lieutenant
Ain't no pussy good enough to get burnt I'm up in it
(Yeah) and that's realer "Real-Deal" Holyfield
And now you hookers and hoes how I feel
Well, if it's enough to get broke off a proper chunk
I'll take a small piece of some of that stuff

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It's like this and like that and like and uh
Dre, to the mic like a phantom

Well I'm peeping and I'm creeping and I'm
But I damn got caught, cause my beeper kept beepin'
Now it's time for me to my impression felt
So sit back, relax, and strap on your seat
You never been on a ride like before
With a who can rap and control the maestro
At the same time with the rhyme that I kick
You know and I know: I flow old funky shit
To add to my collection, the
Symbolizes dope: take a but don't choke!
If you do, have no clue
On what me and my homey Snoop Dogg to do

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It's like that and like this and like and uh
It's like and like that and like this and uh

And who gives a fuck those?
So just chill, til the next

Falling back on ass, with a hellafied gangsta lean
Getting on the mic like a old batch of collard greens
It's the S, oh yes I'm fresh, N double-O P
D O Y, D O double-G, ya see
Showing much flex when it's time to a mic
Pimping hoes and clocking a like my name was Dolomite
Yeah, and it quit
I think they in the mood for motherfuckin' G shit
(Hell yeah!) So Dre (Whattup Dogg?)
Gotta them what they want (What's that, G?)
We gotta break em off (Hell yeah!)
And it's be bumpin' (City of Compton!)

Is where it place so, when asked, your attention
Mobbing like a but I ain't lynchin'
Dropping the funky shit that's making the sucker niggas
When I'm on the mic, it's like a they all crumble
Try to get close, and your ass'll get
My motherfucking homie Doggy has got my back
Never let me slip, cause if I slip, then I'm
But if I got my then you know I'm straight trippin
And continue to put the rap down, put the mack down
And if you bitches talk shit, I'll have to put the smack
Yeah, and you don't
I told you I'm just a clock when I tick and I tock
But I'm never off, always on to the of dawn
C-O-M-P-T-O-N and the they call Long Beach
the shit together
Like my D.O.C., "No One Can Do it Better"