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
to make an entrance so back on up
(Cause you we're about to rip shit up)
Give me the microphone so I can bust like a bubble
Compton and Long Beach now you know you in trouble
nothing but a G thang, baby
Two out niggas so we're crazy
Death Row is the label that me
Unfadeable, so please try to fade this
But um, to the lecture at hand
Perfection is perfected, so I'mma let em
a young G's perspective
And before me dig out a bitch I have to a contraceptive
You never know, she be earning her man
And her man -- and at the same time burning her man
Now you I ain't with that shit, Lieutenant
Ain't no pussy good to get burnt while I'm up in it
(Yeah) and that's than "Real-Deal" Holyfield
And now you hookers and hoes know how I
Well, if good enough to get broke off a proper chunk
take a small piece of some of that funky stuff

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

Well I'm and I'm creeping 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 strap on your belt
You never been on a ride like before
With a producer who can rap and the maestro
At the same time with the dope that I kick
You know and I I flow some old funky shit
To add to my collection, the
dope: take a toke but don't choke!
If you do, you'll have no
On what me and my homey Snoop 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
like this and like that and like this and uh

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

back on that 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 when it's time to wreck a mic
Pimping hoes and clocking a grip like my name was
Yeah, and it don't
I think in the mood for some motherfuckin' G shit
(Hell yeah!) So Dre (Whattup Dogg?)
Gotta give them what want (What's that, G?)
We break em off something (Hell yeah!)
And it's gotta be (City of Compton!)

Is it takes 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 they all crumble
Try to get close, and your get smacked
My motherfucking Doggy Dogg has got my back
Never let me slip, cause if I slip, I'm slippin'
But if I got my Nina you know I'm straight trippin
And continue to put the rap down, put the mack down
And if you bitches talk shit, I'll have to put the smack
Yeah, and you stop
I told you I'm like a clock when I tick and I tock
But I'm never off, always on to the break of
C-O-M-P-T-O-N and the they call Long Beach
Putting the together
my nigga D.O.C., "No One Can Do it Better"