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 we're about to rip up)
Give me the microphone first so I can bust like a
Compton and Long together: now you know you in trouble
Ain't but a G thang, baby
Two loc'ed out niggas so crazy
Row is the label that pays me
Unfadeable, so please try to fade this
But um, to the lecture at hand
Perfection is perfected, so let em understand
From a G's perspective
And me dig out a bitch I have to find a contraceptive
You know, she could be earning her man
And learning her man -- and at the time burning her man
Now you I ain't with that shit, Lieutenant
Ain't no pussy good enough to get while I'm up in it
(Yeah) and realer than "Real-Deal" Holyfield
And now you hookers and know how I feel
Well, if it's good enough to get broke off a proper
I'll take a small piece of some of that funky

like this and like that and like this and uh
It's like 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 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 your seat
You never on a ride like this before
a producer who can rap and control the maestro
At the same time with the dope rhyme that I
You know and I know: I flow some old shit
To add to my collection, the
Symbolizes dope: take a toke but choke!
If you do, have no clue
On what me and my homey Snoop Dogg to do

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

And who gives a about those?
So just chill, til the next

Falling back on that ass, with a hellafied gangsta
Getting funky on the mic 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
hoes 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 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, when asked, your
Mobbing like a motherfucker but I lynchin'
Dropping the funky shit that's making the sucker niggas
When I'm on the mic, 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 Nina then you know I'm trippin
And I'mma continue to put the rap down, put the down
And if you talk shit, I'll have to put the smack down
Yeah, and you don't
I told you I'm just like a clock when I tick and I
But I'm off, always on to the break of dawn
C-O-M-P-T-O-N and the city they call Beach
Putting the shit
Like my D.O.C., "No One Can Do it Better"