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 so back 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 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 don't try to 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 a contraceptive
You never know, she be earning her man
And learning her man -- and at the time burning her man
Now you know I with that shit, Lieutenant
Ain't no pussy good enough to get burnt I'm up in it
(Yeah) and realer than "Real-Deal" Holyfield
And now you hookers and know how I feel
Well, if it's good enough to get broke off a chunk
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 that and this and like that and uh
It's this and like that and like this and uh
Dre, to the mic like a phantom

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

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

And who gives a fuck about
So chill, til the next episode

back on that 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 time to wreck a mic
Pimping hoes and clocking a grip like my name was
Yeah, and it don't
I think they in the mood for some motherfuckin' G
(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 place so, when asked, your attention
Mobbing 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 a cookie: they all crumble
Try to get close, and ass'll get smacked
My motherfucking Doggy Dogg has got my back
Never let me slip, cause if I slip, I'm slippin'
But if I got my Nina 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 and I tock
But I'm never off, on to the break of dawn
C-O-M-P-T-O-N and the city they Long Beach
Putting the shit
my nigga D.O.C., "No One Can Do it Better"