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 know about to rip shit up)
me the microphone first so I can bust like a bubble
Compton and Long Beach now you know you in trouble
nothing but a G thang, baby
Two loc'ed out niggas so we're
Death Row is the label pays me
Unfadeable, so please don't try to this
But um, back to the lecture at
is perfected, so I'mma let em understand
From a young G's
And before me dig out a bitch I to find a contraceptive
You never know, she be earning her man
And learning her man -- and at the same time her man
Now you know I ain't that shit, Lieutenant
Ain't no pussy good to get burnt while I'm up in it
(Yeah) and that's realer "Real-Deal" Holyfield
And now you hookers and hoes how I feel
Well, if it's good to get broke off a proper chunk
I'll take a small piece of some of that stuff

It's like this and like that and like and uh
It's that and like this and like that and uh
It's like this and like and like this 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 kept beepin'
Now it's for me to make my impression felt
So sit back, relax, and strap on seat belt
You never on a ride like this before
a producer who can rap and control the maestro
At the same time the dope rhyme that I kick
You know and I know: I flow old funky shit
To add to my collection, the
Symbolizes dope: take a but don't choke!
If you do, you'll have no
On what me and my homey Dogg came to do

It's like this and like and like this and uh
It's like that and like this and that and uh
It's like this and like that and 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 like a old batch of collard
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 when time to wreck a mic
Pimping and clocking a grip like my name was Dolomite
Yeah, and it don't
I they in the mood 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 gotta be bumpin' (City of Compton!)

Is where it takes place so, when asked, attention
Mobbing like a motherfucker but I lynchin'
the funky 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 get smacked
My motherfucking homie Doggy Dogg has got my
Never let me slip, if I slip, then I'm slippin'
But if I got my Nina then you 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 stop
I you I'm just 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 call Beach
Putting the shit
Like my D.O.C., "No One Can Do it Better"