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
to make an entrance so back on up
(Cause you know about to rip shit up)
me the microphone first so I can bust like a bubble
Compton and Long Beach together: now you know you in
Ain't nothing but a G thang,
Two loc'ed out so we're crazy
Death Row is the label pays me
Unfadeable, so don't try to fade this
But um, back to the lecture at
Perfection is perfected, so I'mma let em
From a G's perspective
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 I ain't with that shit, Lieutenant
Ain't no pussy good enough to get burnt I'm up in it
(Yeah) and that's than "Real-Deal" Holyfield
And now you hookers and know how I feel
Well, if it's good enough to get broke off a chunk
I'll a small piece of some of that funky stuff

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

Well I'm peeping and I'm and I'm creep-in
But I damn near got caught, cause my kept beepin'
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 producer who can rap and control the
At the same time with the dope rhyme 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 what me and my Snoop Dogg came to do

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

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

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

Is it takes place so, when asked, your attention
Mobbing like a but I ain't lynchin'
Dropping the funky shit making the sucker niggas mumble
When I'm on the mic, it's a cookie: they all crumble
Try to get close, and your ass'll get
My motherfucking 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 know I'm trippin
And I'mma to put the rap down, put the mack down
And if you bitches talk shit, I'll have to put the down
Yeah, and you stop
I told you I'm just like a clock when I and I tock
But I'm never off, on to the break of dawn
and the city they call Long Beach
Putting the together
Like my D.O.C., "No One Can Do it Better"