Luyện nghe bài hát Nuthin’ But A G Thang

1, 2, 3 and to the 4
Snoop Dogg and Dr. Dre is at the door
Ready to make an entrance so on up
(Cause you we're about to rip shit up)
Give me the first so I can bust like a bubble
and Long Beach together: now you know you in trouble
Ain't but a G thang, baby
Two out niggas so we're crazy
Death Row is the that pays me
Unfadeable, so please try to fade this
But um, back to the at hand
Perfection is perfected, so I'mma let em
From a young G's
And me dig out a bitch I have to find a contraceptive
You know, she could be earning her man
And learning her man -- and at the same time her man
Now you know I with that 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 and hoes 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 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
Dre, creep to the mic a phantom

Well I'm peeping and I'm creeping and I'm
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 seat
You never been on a ride this before
a producer who can rap and control the maestro
At the same time with the dope that I kick
You and I know: I flow some old funky shit
To add to my collection, the
Symbolizes dope: a toke but don't choke!
If you do, have no clue
On what me and my homey Dogg came to do

It's like this and like that and like 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 about
So just chill, til the episode

Falling back on that ass, a hellafied gangsta lean
Getting funky on the mic like a old batch of greens
It's the S, oh yes I'm fresh, N double-O P
D O Y, D O double-G, ya see
Showing much flex when time to wreck a mic
Pimping and clocking a grip 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 them 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, it's like a cookie: all crumble
Try to get close, and your ass'll get
My motherfucking homie Doggy Dogg has got my
Never let me slip, cause if I slip, then I'm
But if I got my Nina you know I'm straight trippin
And I'mma to put the rap down, put the mack down
And if you talk shit, I'll have to put the smack down
Yeah, and you don't
I you I'm just 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 city call Long Beach
Putting the shit
Like my D.O.C., "No One Can Do it Better"