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 first so I can like a bubble
and Long Beach together: now you know you in trouble
Ain't nothing but a G thang,
Two loc'ed out niggas so crazy
Death Row is the label pays me
Unfadeable, so please try to fade this
But um, back to the lecture at
Perfection is perfected, so I'mma let em
From a G's perspective
And before me dig out a bitch I to find a contraceptive
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 that shit, Lieutenant
Ain't no pussy enough to get burnt while I'm up in it
(Yeah) and that's realer "Real-Deal" Holyfield
And now you hookers and hoes how I feel
Well, if it's good enough to get broke off a proper
I'll take a small of some of that funky stuff

It's like this and like and like this and uh
like that and like this and like that and uh
It's this and like that and like 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, cause my beeper kept
Now it's time for me to make my impression
So sit back, relax, and strap on your seat
You never been on a like 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 flow old funky shit
To add to my collection, the
dope: take a toke but don't choke!
If you do, have no clue
On what me and my 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 this and like that and like and uh

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

back on that ass, with a hellafied gangsta lean
Getting on the mic like a old batch of collard 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 time to wreck a mic
Pimping and clocking a grip like 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 give them what they (What's that, G?)
We gotta break em off (Hell yeah!)
And gotta be bumpin' (City of Compton!)

Is where it takes so, when asked, your attention
Mobbing like a motherfucker but I lynchin'
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 your get smacked
My motherfucking homie Doggy has got my back
Never let me slip, if I slip, then I'm slippin'
But if I got my then you know I'm straight trippin
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 just like a clock when I tick and I
But I'm never off, always on to the break of
and the city they call Long Beach
Putting the shit
Like my D.O.C., "No One Can Do it Better"