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
Ready to make an so back on up
(Cause you know we're about to rip up)
Give me the microphone so I can bust like a bubble
and Long Beach together: now you know you in trouble
Ain't nothing but a G thang,
Two loc'ed out niggas so we're
Death Row is the that pays me
Unfadeable, so don't try to fade this
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 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 I ain't with that shit, Lieutenant
Ain't no good enough to get burnt while I'm up in it
(Yeah) and that's realer than "Real-Deal"
And now you hookers and hoes how I feel
Well, if it's good to get broke off a proper chunk
take a small piece of some of that funky stuff

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

Well I'm and I'm creeping and I'm creep-in
But I near got caught, cause my beeper kept beepin'
Now it's time for me to my impression felt
So sit back, relax, and strap on seat belt
You been on a ride like this before
With a producer who can rap and the maestro
At the time with 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, 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 and like this and like that and uh
It's like this and like and like this and uh

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

back on that ass, with a hellafied gangsta lean
Getting funky on the mic like a old batch of greens
the capital S, oh yes I'm fresh, N double-O P
D O Y, D O double-G, ya see
Showing flex when it's time to wreck a mic
hoes and clocking a grip 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 what want (What's that, G?)
We break em off something (Hell yeah!)
And gotta be bumpin' (City of Compton!)

Is it takes place so, when asked, your attention
Mobbing a motherfucker but I ain't lynchin'
Dropping the funky shit making the sucker niggas mumble
When I'm on the mic, it's a cookie: they all crumble
Try to get close, and your get smacked
My motherfucking homie Dogg has got my back
Never let me slip, cause if I slip, then I'm
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 talk shit, I'll have to put the smack 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 they call Long Beach
the shit together
Like my D.O.C., "No One Can Do it Better"