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
to make an entrance so back on up
(Cause you know about to rip shit up)
Give me the microphone first so I can bust like a
Compton and Long together: now you know you in trouble
nothing 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 fade
But um, back to the at hand
is perfected, so I'mma let em understand
From a G's perspective
And before me dig out a bitch I have to a contraceptive
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 good enough to get burnt while I'm up in it
(Yeah) and that's realer than "Real-Deal"
And now you and hoes know how I feel
Well, if it's good to get broke off a proper 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 like that and like and like that and uh
It's like this and like and like this and uh
Dre, to the mic like a phantom

I'm peeping 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 felt
So sit back, relax, and strap on seat belt
You never been on a ride like this
With a producer who can rap and the maestro
At the time with the dope rhyme that I kick
You know and I know: I flow some old funky
To add to my collection, the
dope: take a toke but don't choke!
If you do, you'll 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 like this and like 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 lean
Getting funky on the mic like a old 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 when it's time to wreck a mic
Pimping hoes and clocking a grip like my name was
Yeah, and it don't
I think in the mood for some motherfuckin' G shit
(Hell yeah!) So Dre (Whattup Dogg?)
Gotta give them they want (What's that, G?)
We gotta em off something (Hell yeah!)
And it's be bumpin' (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, like a cookie: they all crumble
Try to get close, and your ass'll get
My motherfucking Doggy Dogg has got my back
Never let me slip, cause if I slip, then I'm
But if I got my Nina you know I'm straight trippin
And I'mma continue to put the rap down, put the mack
And if you bitches talk shit, I'll have to put the smack
Yeah, and you don't
I told you I'm just like a clock I tick and I tock
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 together
Like my D.O.C., "No One Can Do it Better"