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 to rip shit up)
me the microphone first 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 we're
Death Row is the label that me
Unfadeable, so please try to fade this
But um, back to the at hand
is perfected, so I'mma let em understand
From a G's perspective
And before me dig out a bitch I have to find a
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 with that shit,
Ain't no pussy good enough to get burnt I'm up in it
(Yeah) and realer than "Real-Deal" Holyfield
And now you hookers and know how I feel
Well, if it's good enough to get broke off a chunk
I'll take a small of some of that funky stuff

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

Well I'm 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 my impression felt
So sit back, relax, and on your seat belt
You never been on a ride like this
With a producer who can rap and control the
At the same with the dope rhyme that I kick
You know and I know: I flow some old shit
To add to my collection, the
Symbolizes dope: take a but don't choke!
If you do, have no clue
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 and like that and uh
It's like and like that and like this and uh

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

Falling back on that ass, with a hellafied lean
Getting funky on the mic 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 it's time to wreck a mic
Pimping hoes and clocking a grip my name was Dolomite
Yeah, and it quit
I think they in the mood for motherfuckin' G shit
(Hell yeah!) So Dre (Whattup Dogg?)
Gotta give them what want (What's that, G?)
We gotta break em off (Hell yeah!)
And it's gotta be (City of Compton!)

Is where it takes place so, when asked, your
Mobbing a motherfucker but I ain't lynchin'
Dropping the 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 ass'll get
My motherfucking Doggy Dogg has got my back
Never let me slip, cause if I slip, then I'm
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, have to put the smack down
Yeah, and you stop
I told you I'm just 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 Long Beach
the shit together
Like my D.O.C., "No One Can Do it Better"