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
Ready to an entrance so back on up
(Cause you know about to rip shit up)
Give me the microphone so I can bust like a bubble
Compton and Long Beach together: now you you in trouble
nothing but a G thang, baby
Two loc'ed out niggas so crazy
Death Row is the that pays me
Unfadeable, so don't try to fade this
But um, back to the lecture at
Perfection is perfected, so let em understand
From a young G's
And before me dig out a bitch I have to find a
You never know, she could be her man
And her man -- and at the same time burning her man
Now you know I with that shit, Lieutenant
Ain't no pussy good enough to get while I'm up in it
(Yeah) and that's than "Real-Deal" Holyfield
And now you and hoes know how I feel
Well, if it's good enough to get off a proper chunk
I'll take a small piece of of that funky stuff

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

Well I'm and I'm creeping and I'm creep-in
But I damn got caught, cause my beeper kept beepin'
Now it's for me to make my impression felt
So sit back, relax, and strap on your belt
You never been on a ride like this
a producer who can rap and control the maestro
At the same time with the dope rhyme that I
You and I know: I flow some old funky shit
To add to my collection, the
Symbolizes dope: take a toke but choke!
If you do, you'll no clue
On me and my homey Snoop Dogg 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
It's like this and like and like this and uh

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

Falling back on that ass, with a hellafied gangsta
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 grip like my was Dolomite
Yeah, and it quit
I think they in the mood for some motherfuckin' G
(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 it takes place so, when asked, your attention
Mobbing like a motherfucker but I ain't
Dropping the funky shit that's the sucker niggas mumble
I'm on the mic, it's like a cookie: they all crumble
Try to get close, and ass'll 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 then you know I'm trippin
And I'mma to put the rap down, put the mack down
And if you bitches talk shit, have to put the smack down
Yeah, and you stop
I told you I'm just like a clock when I tick and I
But I'm never off, on to the break of dawn
C-O-M-P-T-O-N and the city they call Beach
Putting the together
my nigga D.O.C., "No One Can Do it Better"