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 we're about to rip shit up)
Give me the microphone first so I can like a bubble
Compton and Long Beach together: now you you in trouble
Ain't but a G thang, baby
Two out niggas so we're crazy
Death Row is the label that me
Unfadeable, so please don't try to fade
But um, to the lecture at hand
Perfection is perfected, so let em understand
From a young G's
And before me dig out a bitch I have to a contraceptive
You never know, she be earning her man
And learning her man -- and at the time burning her man
Now you know I ain't that shit, Lieutenant
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 and hoes know how I feel
Well, if good enough to get broke off a proper chunk
take a small piece of some of that funky stuff

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

I'm peeping 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 impression
So sit back, relax, and on your seat belt
You never been on a 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 flow some old funky
To add to my collection, the
Symbolizes dope: a toke but don't choke!
If you do, you'll have no
On what me and my homey Snoop Dogg to do

It's this and like that and like this and uh
It's like and like this and like that and uh
It's like this and 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 gangsta lean
Getting on the mic like a old batch of collard greens
the capital S, oh yes I'm fresh, N double-O P
D O Y, D O double-G, ya see
Showing much flex when it's time to a mic
hoes and clocking a grip like my name was Dolomite
Yeah, and it don't
I think they in the mood for motherfuckin' G shit
(Hell yeah!) So Dre (Whattup Dogg?)
Gotta give them what they (What's that, G?)
We gotta break em off (Hell yeah!)
And it's gotta be (City of Compton!)

Is it takes place so, when asked, your attention
Mobbing like a motherfucker but I lynchin'
Dropping the funky shit that's making the sucker niggas
I'm on the mic, it's 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 know I'm 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 smack
Yeah, and you stop
I told you I'm just like a when I tick and I tock
But I'm never off, always on to the break of
and the city they call Long Beach
Putting the shit
my nigga D.O.C., "No One Can Do it Better"