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 so back on up
(Cause you know about to rip shit up)
Give me the microphone first so I can bust like a
Compton and Long Beach together: now you know you in
nothing but a G thang, baby
Two loc'ed out niggas so crazy
Death Row is the that pays me
Unfadeable, so please don't try to fade
But um, to the lecture at hand
Perfection is perfected, so I'mma let em
From a G's perspective
And before me dig out a bitch I have to find a
You never know, she could be her man
And learning her man -- and at the 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 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 that and like this and like that 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 and I'm creep-in
But I damn near got caught, my beeper kept beepin'
Now it's time for me to make my impression
So sit back, relax, and on your seat belt
You been on a ride like this before
a producer who can rap and control the maestro
At the time with the dope rhyme that I kick
You know and I know: I flow 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 and like this and uh
It's like that and like this and that and uh
It's like and like that and like this and uh

And who gives a fuck about
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 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 hoes and clocking a grip like my name was
Yeah, and it don't
I they in the mood for some motherfuckin' G shit
(Hell yeah!) So Dre (Whattup Dogg?)
Gotta them what they want (What's that, G?)
We break em off something (Hell yeah!)
And it's be bumpin' (City of Compton!)

Is where it takes place so, when asked, attention
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: they all
Try to get close, and your ass'll get
My homie 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 straight
And I'mma continue to put the rap down, put the mack
And if you bitches shit, I'll have to put the smack down
Yeah, and you stop
I told you I'm 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 Beach
Putting the together
my nigga D.O.C., "No One Can Do it Better"