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 a bubble
Compton and Long Beach now you know you in trouble
nothing but a G thang, baby
Two loc'ed out so we're crazy
Death Row is the that pays me
Unfadeable, so please don't try to fade
But um, to the lecture 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 find a
You know, she could be earning her man
And learning her man -- and at the same time her man
Now you know I ain't with that shit,
Ain't no pussy good enough to get while I'm up in it
(Yeah) and that's realer than "Real-Deal"
And now you hookers and know how I feel
Well, if it's enough to get broke off a proper chunk
I'll take a small piece of some of that funky

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

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 felt
So sit back, relax, and on your seat belt
You never been on a ride like this
With a producer who can rap and control the
At the same time with the dope rhyme I kick
You know and I I flow some old funky shit
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 Dogg came to do

It's this and like that and like this and uh
It's that and like this and like that and uh
It's like this and like that and 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 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 when it's 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 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 gotta be bumpin' (City of Compton!)

Is where it place so, when asked, your attention
Mobbing like a motherfucker but I ain't
Dropping the funky shit making the sucker niggas mumble
When I'm on the mic, like a cookie: they all crumble
Try to get close, and your get smacked
My homie Doggy Dogg has got my back
Never let me slip, if I slip, then I'm slippin'
But if I got my Nina you know I'm straight trippin
And I'mma to put the rap down, put the mack down
And if you bitches talk shit, I'll have to put the down
Yeah, and you don't
I told you I'm like a clock 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 Long Beach
the shit together
Like my D.O.C., "No One Can Do it Better"