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 Long together: now you know you in trouble
nothing but a G thang, baby
Two loc'ed out so we're crazy
Death Row is the label that me
Unfadeable, so please don't try to fade
But um, back to the at hand
Perfection is perfected, so let em understand
From a young G's
And me dig out a bitch I have to find a contraceptive
You never know, she be earning her man
And learning her man -- and at the same time her man
Now you know I ain't with that shit,
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 know how I feel
Well, if it's good to get broke off a proper chunk
I'll take a small piece of of that funky stuff

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 this and like and like this and uh
Dre, creep to the mic a phantom

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 my impression felt
So sit back, relax, and strap on your seat
You never on a ride 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: take a toke but choke!
If you do, you'll have no
On what me and my homey Snoop Dogg to do

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

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

Falling back on ass, with a hellafied gangsta lean
Getting funky on the mic like a old of collard greens
It's the capital S, oh yes I'm fresh, N P
D O Y, D O double-G, ya see
Showing much flex when it's to wreck a mic
Pimping hoes and clocking a like my name 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 them what they (What's that, G?)
We gotta break em off (Hell yeah!)
And gotta be bumpin' (City of Compton!)

Is where it takes place so, when asked, your
Mobbing like a motherfucker but I 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 get smacked
My homie Doggy Dogg has got my back
Never let me slip, if I slip, then I'm slippin'
But if I got my Nina then you I'm straight 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 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 shit
my nigga D.O.C., "No One Can Do it Better"