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 an entrance so back on up
(Cause you know we're about to rip up)
me the microphone first so I can bust like a bubble
Compton and Long Beach together: now you know you in
Ain't but a G thang, baby
Two loc'ed out niggas so crazy
Row is the label that pays me
Unfadeable, so please don't try to 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 have to find a
You never know, she be earning her man
And learning her man -- and at the same time her man
Now you I ain't with that shit, Lieutenant
Ain't no pussy good enough to get burnt 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 broke off a chunk
I'll take a small piece of some of funky stuff

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

Well I'm and I'm creeping and I'm creep-in
But I damn near got caught, cause my beeper beepin'
Now it's time for me to make my impression
So sit back, relax, and strap on seat 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 that I kick
You and I know: I flow some old funky shit
To add to my collection, the
Symbolizes dope: take a but don't choke!
If you do, have no clue
On what me and my homey Snoop Dogg to do

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

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

Falling back on that ass, with a hellafied gangsta
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 it's to wreck a mic
Pimping hoes and a grip like my name was Dolomite
Yeah, and it quit
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 it's gotta be (City of Compton!)

Is where it takes so, when asked, your attention
like a motherfucker but I ain't 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, cause if I slip, then I'm
But if I got my Nina then you know I'm trippin
And continue to put the rap down, put the mack down
And if you talk shit, I'll 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, on to the break of dawn
and the city they call Long Beach
Putting the shit
Like my D.O.C., "No One Can Do it Better"