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 we're about to rip shit up)
Give me the microphone first so I can like a bubble
Compton and Long together: now you know you in trouble
Ain't nothing but a G thang,
Two loc'ed out niggas so crazy
Row is the label that pays me
Unfadeable, so don't 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 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 same time her man
Now you know I ain't that shit, Lieutenant
Ain't no pussy good enough to get while I'm up in it
(Yeah) and realer than "Real-Deal" Holyfield
And now you hookers and know how I feel
Well, if it's good enough to get off a proper chunk
I'll take a small piece of some of funky stuff

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

Well I'm peeping and I'm creeping and I'm
But I damn near got caught, cause my beeper kept
Now it's for me to make my impression felt
So sit back, relax, and strap on your seat
You never been on a ride like before
With a producer who can rap and control the
At the same time with the rhyme that I kick
You know and I know: I 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 Snoop Dogg came to do

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

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

Falling back on that ass, with a hellafied gangsta
Getting on the mic like a old batch of collard 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 it's time to wreck a mic
Pimping hoes and clocking a grip my name was Dolomite
Yeah, and it quit
I think they in the for some motherfuckin' G shit
(Hell yeah!) So Dre (Whattup Dogg?)
Gotta them what they want (What's that, G?)
We gotta break em off (Hell yeah!)
And it's be bumpin' (City of Compton!)

Is where it takes place so, asked, your attention
Mobbing a motherfucker but I ain't lynchin'
Dropping the funky shit that's the sucker niggas mumble
When I'm on the mic, it's like a they all crumble
Try to get close, and your get smacked
My motherfucking homie Dogg has got my back
Never let me slip, if I slip, then 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 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 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 Long Beach
Putting the shit
my nigga D.O.C., "No One Can Do it Better"