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 make an entrance so on up
(Cause you know we're to rip shit up)
Give me the microphone first so I can bust a bubble
Compton and Long Beach together: now you you in trouble
Ain't nothing but a G thang,
Two loc'ed out niggas so crazy
Death Row is the label pays me
Unfadeable, so please don't try to this
But um, back to the at hand
is perfected, so I'mma let em understand
From a young G's
And before me dig out a bitch I to find a contraceptive
You never know, she could be 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 to get burnt while I'm up in it
(Yeah) and that's realer "Real-Deal" Holyfield
And now you hookers and hoes know how I
Well, if it's good enough to get off a proper chunk
I'll take a small of some of that funky stuff

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

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

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

And who gives a fuck 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 greens
the capital S, oh yes I'm fresh, N double-O P
D O Y, D O double-G, ya see
Showing much flex when time to wreck a mic
Pimping hoes and clocking a grip like my name was
Yeah, and it quit
I they in the mood for some motherfuckin' G shit
(Hell yeah!) So Dre (Whattup Dogg?)
Gotta give them they want (What's that, G?)
We break em off something (Hell yeah!)
And gotta be bumpin' (City of Compton!)

Is where it takes place so, asked, your attention
like a motherfucker but I ain't lynchin'
Dropping the funky shit that's the sucker niggas mumble
When I'm on the mic, it's like a cookie: they all
Try to get close, and your get smacked
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 I'mma continue to put the rap down, put the down
And if you bitches shit, I'll have to put the smack down
Yeah, and you don't
I told you I'm just like a clock when I tick and I
But I'm never off, always on to the break of
and the city they call Long Beach
Putting the together
my nigga D.O.C., "No One Can Do it Better"