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 bust like a
Compton and Beach together: now you know you in trouble
Ain't nothing but a G thang,
Two loc'ed out niggas so we're
Death Row is the that pays me
Unfadeable, so please don't try to fade
But um, to the lecture at hand
Perfection is perfected, so I'mma let em
From a G's perspective
And before me dig out a bitch I have to 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 than "Real-Deal"
And now you hookers and 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 funky stuff

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

Well I'm peeping and I'm and I'm creep-in
But I near got caught, cause my beeper kept beepin'
Now it's time for me to my impression felt
So sit back, relax, and on your seat belt
You never been on a ride like this
a producer who can rap and control the maestro
At the same with the dope rhyme that I kick
You and I know: I flow some 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 Snoop Dogg came to do

It's like 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

Falling back on that ass, with a hellafied lean
Getting funky on the mic a old batch of collard greens
the capital 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 like my name was Dolomite
Yeah, and it quit
I think in the mood for some motherfuckin' G shit
(Hell yeah!) So Dre (Whattup Dogg?)
Gotta give them what they (What's that, G?)
We break em off something (Hell yeah!)
And it's gotta be (City of Compton!)

Is where it place so, when asked, your attention
Mobbing like a motherfucker but I lynchin'
Dropping the funky shit that's making the 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 Dogg has got my
Never let me slip, if I slip, then I'm slippin'
But if I got my Nina then you know I'm straight
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 stop
I told you I'm just like a when I tick and I tock
But I'm off, always on to the break of dawn
C-O-M-P-T-O-N and the city they call Long
Putting the shit
Like my D.O.C., "No One Can Do it Better"