Luyện nghe bài hát Nuthin’ But A G Thang

1, 2, 3 and to the 4
Snoop Doggy and Dr. Dre is at the door
Ready to make an entrance so on up
(Cause you we're about to rip shit up)
Give me the microphone first so I can like a bubble
Compton and Long Beach together: now you you in trouble
Ain't but a G thang, baby
Two loc'ed out so we're crazy
Death Row is the label 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 me dig out a bitch I have to find a contraceptive
You never know, she could be her man
And learning her man -- and at the time burning her man
Now you know I ain't that shit, Lieutenant
no pussy good enough to get burnt while I'm up in it
(Yeah) and that's realer than "Real-Deal"
And now you and hoes know 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 funky

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

I'm peeping and I'm creeping and I'm creep-in
But I damn near got caught, cause my beeper beepin'
Now it's time for me to make my felt
So sit back, relax, and strap on your seat
You never been on a like this before
With a producer who can rap and control the
At the same time the dope rhyme that I kick
You know and I know: I flow some old funky
To add to my collection, the
Symbolizes dope: a toke but don't choke!
If you do, you'll no clue
On what me and my homey Dogg came to do

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

And who gives a about those?
So just chill, til the episode

back on that ass, with a hellafied gangsta lean
Getting funky on the mic like a old batch of collard
It's the S, oh yes I'm fresh, N double-O P
D O Y, D O double-G, ya see
Showing much when it's time to wreck a mic
Pimping hoes and clocking a grip like my was Dolomite
Yeah, and it don't
I think they in the mood for some motherfuckin' G
(Hell yeah!) So Dre (Whattup Dogg?)
Gotta give what they want (What's that, G?)
We gotta break em off (Hell yeah!)
And it's gotta be (City of Compton!)

Is where it takes place so, when asked, attention
like a motherfucker but I ain't lynchin'
Dropping the funky shit making the sucker niggas mumble
When I'm on the mic, it's like a cookie: all crumble
Try to get close, and your ass'll get
My motherfucking homie Dogg has got my back
Never let me slip, if I slip, then I'm slippin'
But if I got my Nina then you know I'm trippin
And I'mma continue to put the rap down, put the down
And if you bitches talk shit, I'll have to put the down
Yeah, and you don't
I told you I'm just like a clock I tick and I tock
But I'm never off, always on to the break of
and the city they call Long Beach
Putting the shit
Like my D.O.C., "No One Can Do it Better"