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 an entrance so back on up
(Cause you know about to rip shit up)
Give me the microphone so I can bust like a bubble
Compton and Beach together: now you know you in trouble
Ain't but a G thang, baby
Two loc'ed out niggas so crazy
Row is the label that pays me
Unfadeable, so please don't try to fade
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 her man -- and at the same time burning her man
Now you know I with that shit, Lieutenant
no pussy 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 how I feel
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 that and like and uh
It's like that and like this and that and uh
It's like this and like that and 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, 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
a producer who can rap and control the maestro
At the same time with the dope rhyme I kick
You and I know: I flow some old funky shit
To add to my collection, the
Symbolizes dope: take a toke but choke!
If you do, you'll have no
On me and my homey Snoop Dogg came to do

It's like this and that and like this and uh
It's like and like this and like that and uh
like this 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 gangsta
Getting funky on the mic like a old batch of greens
It's the capital S, oh yes I'm fresh, N P
D O Y, D O double-G, ya see
much flex when it's time to wreck a mic
Pimping and clocking a grip like my name was Dolomite
Yeah, and it quit
I think in the mood for some motherfuckin' G shit
(Hell yeah!) So Dre (Whattup Dogg?)
Gotta give what they want (What's that, G?)
We gotta break em off (Hell yeah!)
And gotta be bumpin' (City of Compton!)

Is where it takes so, when asked, your attention
Mobbing like a motherfucker but I lynchin'
the funky shit that's making the sucker niggas mumble
When I'm on the mic, it's like a they all crumble
Try to get close, and your get smacked
My motherfucking Doggy 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 I'mma to put the rap down, put the mack down
And if you bitches talk shit, have to put the smack down
Yeah, and you don't
I told you I'm just a clock when 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"