Luyện nghe bài hát Nuthin’ But A G Thang

1, 2, 3 and to the 4
Snoop Doggy Dogg and Dr. Dre is at the
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 like a
and Long Beach together: now you know you in trouble
Ain't nothing but a G thang,
Two out niggas so we're crazy
Death Row is the that pays me
Unfadeable, so please don't try to this
But um, to the lecture at hand
Perfection is perfected, so I'mma let em
a young G's perspective
And me dig out a bitch I have to find a contraceptive
You never know, she could be her man
And her man -- and at the same time burning her man
Now you know I ain't with shit, Lieutenant
Ain't no pussy good enough to get burnt 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 enough to get broke off a proper chunk
I'll a small piece of some of that funky stuff

like this and like that and like this and uh
It's like that and like this and like and uh
It's this and like that and like this and uh
Dre, to the mic like 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 time for me to make my impression felt
So sit back, relax, and strap on seat belt
You never been on a like this before
With a producer who can rap and control the
At the same time with the rhyme that I kick
You know and I know: I flow 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 this and that and like this and uh
It's like that and like this and like and uh
It's like this and like that and this and uh

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

Falling back on that ass, with a hellafied lean
Getting on the mic like a old batch 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 time to wreck a mic
Pimping hoes and clocking a grip my name was Dolomite
Yeah, and it don't
I they in the mood for some motherfuckin' G shit
(Hell yeah!) So Dre (Whattup Dogg?)
Gotta give what they want (What's that, G?)
We break em off something (Hell yeah!)
And it's be bumpin' (City of Compton!)

Is where it takes place so, when asked, attention
like a motherfucker but I ain't lynchin'
Dropping the funky shit that's making the 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 Dogg has got my back
Never let me slip, cause if I slip, 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 mack
And if you talk shit, I'll have 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 never off, always on to the break of
C-O-M-P-T-O-N and the city they Long Beach
the shit together
Like my D.O.C., "No One Can Do it Better"