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 like 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 at hand
is perfected, so I'mma let em understand
From a young G's
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 ain't that shit, Lieutenant
Ain't no good enough 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 some of funky stuff

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

Well I'm peeping and I'm creeping and I'm
But I damn near got caught, cause my beeper kept
Now it's for me to make my impression felt
So sit back, relax, and on your seat belt
You never been on a ride this before
With a producer who can rap and control the
At the same time the dope rhyme that I kick
You know and I know: I flow some old funky
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 and like this and like that and uh
like this and like that and like this and uh

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

Falling on that ass, with a hellafied gangsta lean
Getting funky on the mic like a old batch of greens
It's the capital S, oh yes I'm fresh, N P
D O Y, D O double-G, ya see
Showing flex when it's time to wreck a mic
Pimping hoes and clocking a grip like my name was
Yeah, and it quit
I think they in the mood for some motherfuckin' G
(Hell yeah!) So Dre (Whattup Dogg?)
Gotta give them 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, your
Mobbing a motherfucker but I ain't lynchin'
Dropping the funky shit making the sucker niggas mumble
When I'm on the mic, it's like a cookie: they all
Try to get close, and your ass'll get
My motherfucking homie Doggy has got my back
Never let me slip, cause if I slip, 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 mack
And if you bitches talk shit, I'll to put the smack down
Yeah, and you don't
I told you I'm just like a clock when I tick and I
But I'm never off, always on to the break of
C-O-M-P-T-O-N and the city call Long Beach
Putting the together
my nigga D.O.C., "No One Can Do it Better"