Luyện nghe bài hát Nuthin’ But A G Thang

1, 2, 3 and to the 4
Snoop Dogg and Dr. Dre is at the door
Ready to make an entrance so on up
(Cause you know we're about to rip up)
Give me the microphone first so I can bust a bubble
and Long Beach together: now you know you in trouble
Ain't but a G thang, baby
Two loc'ed out niggas so crazy
Death Row is the label pays me
Unfadeable, so please try to fade this
But um, back to the lecture at
is perfected, so I'mma let em understand
From a G's perspective
And before me dig out a bitch I 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 with shit, Lieutenant
Ain't no pussy good enough to get while I'm up in it
(Yeah) and that's realer "Real-Deal" Holyfield
And now you and hoes know how I feel
Well, if it's good enough to get broke off a proper
I'll take a small piece of some of that stuff

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

Well I'm peeping and I'm creeping and I'm
But I damn near got caught, cause my kept beepin'
Now it's time for me to my impression felt
So sit back, relax, and on your seat belt
You been on a ride like this before
With a producer who can rap and control the
At the time with the dope rhyme that I kick
You know and I I flow some old funky shit
To add to my collection, the
Symbolizes dope: take a toke but choke!
If you do, you'll have no
On me and my homey Snoop Dogg came to do

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

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

Falling back on that ass, with a gangsta lean
funky 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 grip like my name was
Yeah, and it quit
I think they in the for some 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 gotta be (City of Compton!)

Is where it takes so, when asked, your attention
Mobbing like a motherfucker but I ain't
Dropping the shit that's making the sucker niggas mumble
When I'm on the mic, like a cookie: they all crumble
Try to get close, and your get smacked
My motherfucking homie Doggy Dogg has got my
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 to put the rap down, put the mack down
And if you bitches shit, I'll have to put the smack down
Yeah, and you don't
I you I'm just like a clock when I tick and I tock
But I'm never off, on to the break of dawn
C-O-M-P-T-O-N and the they call Long Beach
Putting the together
Like my D.O.C., "No One Can Do it Better"