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 make an so back on up
(Cause you know about to rip shit up)
Give me the first so I can bust like a bubble
Compton and Beach together: now you know you in trouble
Ain't but a G thang, baby
Two loc'ed out so we're crazy
Row is the label that pays me
Unfadeable, so don't try to fade this
But um, back to the lecture at
Perfection is perfected, so let em understand
From a young G's
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 same burning her man
Now you know I ain't with shit, Lieutenant
Ain't no pussy good to get burnt while I'm up in it
(Yeah) and that's realer "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
like this and like that and like this and uh
Dre, creep to the mic a phantom

I'm peeping and I'm creeping and I'm creep-in
But I near got caught, cause my beeper kept beepin'
Now time for me to make my impression felt
So sit back, relax, and strap on your belt
You never been on a ride like this
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 flow old funky shit
To add to my collection, the
Symbolizes dope: a toke but don't choke!
If you do, have no clue
On me and my homey Snoop Dogg came to do

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 like and like this and uh

And who gives a fuck about
So chill, til the next episode

Falling back on ass, with a hellafied gangsta lean
Getting funky on the mic 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 time to wreck 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 motherfuckin' G
(Hell yeah!) So Dre (Whattup Dogg?)
give them what they want (What's that, G?)
We gotta em off something (Hell yeah!)
And gotta be bumpin' (City of Compton!)

Is where it takes place so, when asked, attention
Mobbing like a but I ain't lynchin'
Dropping the funky shit making the sucker niggas mumble
When I'm on the mic, it's like a they all crumble
Try to get close, and ass'll get smacked
My motherfucking homie Doggy 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 down
And if you bitches talk shit, have to put the smack down
Yeah, and you stop
I told you I'm just like a when 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 city they call Long
the shit together
Like my D.O.C., "No One Can Do it Better"