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 we're about to rip up)
me the microphone first so I can bust like a bubble
Compton and Long Beach together: now you know you in
Ain't nothing but a G thang,
Two loc'ed out niggas so crazy
Row is the label that pays me
Unfadeable, so don't try to fade this
But um, back to the at hand
Perfection is perfected, so I'mma let em
a young G's perspective
And me dig out a bitch I have to find a contraceptive
You know, she could be earning her man
And learning her man -- and at the same burning her man
Now you I ain't with that shit, Lieutenant
Ain't no pussy enough to get burnt while I'm up in it
(Yeah) and realer than "Real-Deal" Holyfield
And now you hookers and hoes how I feel
Well, if it's good enough to get broke off a proper
I'll a small piece of some of that funky stuff

It's like this and like and like this and uh
It's like and like this and like 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 got caught, cause my beeper kept beepin'
Now it's for me to make my impression felt
So sit back, relax, and strap on your belt
You never been on a ride like before
With a who can rap and control the maestro
At the same time with the dope rhyme that I
You know and I know: I flow some old shit
To add to my collection, the
Symbolizes take a toke but don't choke!
If you do, you'll have no
On what me and my Snoop 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 and like this and uh

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

Falling back on that ass, with a hellafied gangsta
Getting funky on the mic like a old 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 when it's time to wreck a mic
Pimping hoes and clocking a grip like my 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 break em off something (Hell yeah!)
And gotta be bumpin' (City of Compton!)

Is where it place so, when asked, your attention
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 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 stop
I you I'm just like a clock when I tick and I tock
But I'm never off, always on to the of dawn
C-O-M-P-T-O-N and the they call Long Beach
Putting the shit
Like my D.O.C., "No One Can Do it Better"