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
Ready to make an so back on up
(Cause you know we're about to rip up)
me the microphone first so I can bust like a bubble
Compton and Long Beach now you know you in trouble
Ain't nothing but a G thang,
Two loc'ed out niggas so crazy
Row is the label that pays me
Unfadeable, so please don't try to this
But um, back to the at hand
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 could be her man
And learning her man -- and at the same burning her man
Now you know I ain't with shit, Lieutenant
Ain't no pussy good to get burnt while I'm up in it
(Yeah) and realer than "Real-Deal" Holyfield
And now you hookers and know how I feel
Well, if good enough to get broke off a proper chunk
I'll take a small piece of some of that stuff

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

Well I'm peeping and I'm creeping and I'm
But I damn got caught, cause my beeper kept beepin'
Now it's time for me to make my felt
So sit back, relax, and on your seat belt
You been on a ride like this before
With a who can rap and control the maestro
At the same time the dope rhyme that I kick
You know and I know: I some old funky shit
To add to my collection, the
Symbolizes dope: a toke but don't choke!
If you do, you'll no clue
On what me and my Snoop Dogg came to do

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

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

Falling on that ass, with a hellafied gangsta lean
Getting on the mic like a old batch of collard greens
It's the capital S, oh yes I'm fresh, N P
D O Y, D O double-G, ya see
Showing much flex when 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 for some motherfuckin' G shit
(Hell yeah!) So Dre (Whattup Dogg?)
Gotta give them they want (What's that, G?)
We gotta break em off (Hell yeah!)
And gotta be bumpin' (City of Compton!)

Is where it takes place so, when asked, your
like a motherfucker but I ain't lynchin'
Dropping the funky shit that's making the sucker niggas
When I'm on the mic, it's like a they all crumble
Try to get close, and ass'll 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 know I'm straight
And I'mma continue to put the rap down, put the down
And if you bitches talk shit, I'll have to put the down
Yeah, and you don't
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 Long
the shit together
Like my D.O.C., "No One Can Do it Better"