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
to make an entrance so back on up
(Cause you we're about to rip shit up)
Give me the first so I can bust like a bubble
Compton and Long Beach together: now you you in trouble
nothing but a G thang, baby
Two loc'ed out niggas so crazy
Death Row is the that pays me
Unfadeable, so please don't try to this
But um, back to the lecture at
Perfection is perfected, so let em understand
From a G's perspective
And before me dig out a bitch I to find a contraceptive
You know, she could be earning her man
And learning her man -- and at the same burning her man
Now you know I ain't with that shit,
Ain't no good enough to get burnt while I'm up in it
(Yeah) and that's than "Real-Deal" Holyfield
And now you hookers and hoes know how I
Well, if it's enough to get broke off a proper chunk
I'll take a piece of some of that funky stuff

It's like this and like and like this and uh
It's like 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 creeping and I'm
But I near got caught, cause my beeper kept beepin'
Now it's time for me to make my impression
So sit back, relax, and strap on your belt
You never been on a ride like this
With a producer who can rap and control the
At the same time with the rhyme that I kick
You know and I I flow some old funky shit
To add to my collection, the
Symbolizes dope: 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 like that and like and uh
It's like and like this and like that and uh
It's like this and like that and this and uh

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

Falling back on that ass, a hellafied gangsta lean
funky on the mic like a old batch of collard greens
It's the S, oh yes I'm fresh, N double-O P
D O Y, D O double-G, ya see
Showing much flex it's time to wreck a mic
Pimping and clocking a grip like my name was Dolomite
Yeah, and it don't
I think they in the for some motherfuckin' G shit
(Hell yeah!) So Dre (Whattup Dogg?)
Gotta them what they want (What's that, G?)
We gotta break em off (Hell yeah!)
And it's be bumpin' (City of Compton!)

Is where it takes place so, asked, your attention
Mobbing a motherfucker but I ain't lynchin'
Dropping the shit that's making 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 Dogg has got my back
let me slip, cause if I slip, then I'm slippin'
But if I got my Nina you know I'm straight 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 together
Like my D.O.C., "No One Can Do it Better"