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
to make an entrance so back on up
(Cause you know we're to rip shit up)
Give me the microphone first so I can bust like a
Compton and Long Beach now you know you in trouble
Ain't nothing but a G thang,
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, to the lecture at hand
is perfected, so I'mma let em understand
From a G's perspective
And before me dig out a bitch I 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 ain't with shit, Lieutenant
Ain't no pussy good enough to get while 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 to get broke off a proper chunk
I'll take a small of some of that funky stuff

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
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 kept beepin'
Now it's time for me to my impression felt
So sit back, relax, and strap on your belt
You never been on a ride this before
a producer who can rap and control the maestro
At the same time with the dope rhyme I kick
You know and I know: I some old funky shit
To add to my collection, the
Symbolizes dope: take a but don't choke!
If you do, you'll have no
On what me and my homey Snoop came to do

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

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

Falling back on that ass, with a gangsta lean
Getting funky on the mic like a old batch of greens
the capital S, oh yes I'm fresh, N double-O P
D O Y, D O double-G, ya see
Showing much flex when it's to wreck a mic
Pimping hoes and a grip 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 them they want (What's that, G?)
We gotta break em off (Hell yeah!)
And gotta be bumpin' (City of Compton!)

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