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 so back on up
(Cause you know we're about to rip up)
Give me the microphone first so I can bust like a
Compton and Long Beach now you know you in trouble
Ain't nothing but a G thang,
Two loc'ed out so we're crazy
Death Row is the label pays me
Unfadeable, so please don't try to this
But um, to the lecture at hand
is perfected, so I'mma let em understand
From a G's perspective
And before me dig out a I have to find a contraceptive
You know, she could be earning her man
And her man -- and at the same time burning her man
Now you know I ain't that shit, Lieutenant
Ain't no pussy enough to get burnt while I'm up in it
(Yeah) and that's realer than "Real-Deal"
And now you and hoes know how I feel
Well, if it's good enough to get off a proper chunk
I'll a small piece of some of that funky stuff

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

Well I'm peeping and I'm creeping and I'm
But I damn near got caught, cause my beeper kept
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 this before
With a who can rap and control the maestro
At the same with the dope rhyme that I kick
You know and I know: I flow some old 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 Snoop 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 this and like that and like this and uh

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

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

Is where it place so, when asked, your attention
Mobbing like a motherfucker but I ain't
Dropping the funky shit that's making the sucker mumble
When I'm on the mic, it's like a cookie: all crumble
Try to get close, and your get smacked
My motherfucking homie Doggy Dogg has got my
let me slip, cause if I slip, then 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 mack
And if you bitches talk shit, I'll to put the smack down
Yeah, and you stop
I told you I'm just like a clock when I and I tock
But I'm off, always on to the break of dawn
and the city they call Long Beach
Putting the shit
my nigga D.O.C., "No One Can Do it Better"