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 an entrance so back on up
(Cause you know we're about to rip up)
Give me the microphone first so I can like a bubble
Compton and Long Beach now you know you in trouble
Ain't but a G thang, baby
Two out niggas so we're crazy
Row is the label that pays me
Unfadeable, so please don't try to this
But um, back to the at hand
Perfection is perfected, so let em understand
a young G's perspective
And before me dig out a bitch I have to a contraceptive
You never know, she be earning 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 to get burnt 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 broke off a chunk
take a small piece of some of that funky stuff

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

Well I'm peeping and I'm creeping and I'm
But I damn near got caught, cause my beeper kept
Now time 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 the maestro
At the same time with the dope rhyme that I
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 me and my homey Snoop Dogg came to do

It's like this and that and like this and uh
It's that and like this and like that and uh
It's like this and 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 on the mic like a old batch of collard greens
It's the capital S, oh yes I'm fresh, N P
D O Y, D O double-G, ya see
Showing much flex when it's time to a mic
Pimping hoes and clocking a like my name was Dolomite
Yeah, and it don't
I think they in the mood for some G shit
(Hell yeah!) So Dre (Whattup Dogg?)
Gotta give them they want (What's that, G?)
We break em off something (Hell yeah!)
And it's gotta be (City of Compton!)

Is where it takes place so, asked, your attention
Mobbing like a motherfucker but I lynchin'
Dropping the shit that's making the sucker niggas mumble
When I'm on the mic, it's a cookie: they all crumble
Try to get close, and ass'll get smacked
My motherfucking homie Dogg has got my back
let me slip, cause if I slip, then I'm slippin'
But if I got my then you know I'm straight trippin
And I'mma to put the rap down, put the mack down
And if you bitches talk shit, I'll to put the smack down
Yeah, and you don't
I told you I'm just like a clock I tick and I tock
But I'm never off, always on to the break of
C-O-M-P-T-O-N and the they call Long Beach
Putting the together
Like my D.O.C., "No One Can Do it Better"