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 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 now you know you in trouble
nothing but a G thang, baby
Two loc'ed out niggas so we're
Death Row is the that pays me
Unfadeable, so please don't try to fade
But um, back to the at hand
Perfection is perfected, so let em understand
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 enough to get burnt while I'm up in it
(Yeah) and that's than "Real-Deal" Holyfield
And now you hookers and hoes how I feel
Well, if it's good enough to get broke off a proper
I'll take a piece of some of that funky stuff

It's like this and like that and this and uh
It's like that and like and like that and uh
It's like this and 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 damn near got caught, my beeper kept beepin'
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 like this
With a producer who can rap and the maestro
At the same with 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 but don't choke!
If you do, you'll no clue
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 this and like that and uh
It's like this and that and like this and uh

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

Falling on that ass, with a hellafied gangsta lean
Getting funky on the mic like a old batch of collard
It's the 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 quit
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 gotta be (City of Compton!)

Is where it place so, when asked, your attention
like a motherfucker but I ain't lynchin'
Dropping the funky shit that's making the sucker niggas
When I'm on the mic, like a cookie: they all crumble
Try to get close, and your get smacked
My motherfucking homie Doggy has got my back
Never let me slip, cause if I slip, then I'm
But if I got my then you know 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, on to the break of dawn
and the city they call Long Beach
Putting the shit
Like my D.O.C., "No One Can Do it Better"