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 we're about to rip shit up)
Give me the microphone first so I can bust like a
Compton and Long Beach now you know you in trouble
Ain't but a G thang, baby
Two out niggas so we're crazy
Row is the label that pays me
Unfadeable, so please don't try to 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 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 enough to get burnt while I'm up in it
(Yeah) and that's 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 piece of some of that funky

It's like this and that and like this and uh
It's like that and like this and like and uh
like this 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 damn got caught, cause my beeper kept beepin'
Now time for me to make my impression felt
So sit back, relax, and strap on seat belt
You never been on a ride this before
With a who can rap and control 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: 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 like that and this and uh
like that and like this and like that and uh
It's like and like that and like this and uh

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

back on that ass, with a hellafied gangsta lean
Getting funky on the mic 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 when it's time to wreck a mic
Pimping hoes and a grip like my name was Dolomite
Yeah, and it don't
I think they in the mood for some 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 it's gotta be (City of Compton!)

Is it takes place so, when asked, your attention
Mobbing a motherfucker but I ain't lynchin'
Dropping the funky that's making the sucker niggas mumble
When I'm on the mic, it's like a cookie: all crumble
Try to get close, and ass'll get smacked
My motherfucking homie Doggy Dogg has got my
let me slip, cause if I slip, then I'm slippin'
But if I got my Nina then you know I'm straight
And continue 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 don't
I told you I'm like a clock when I tick and I tock
But I'm never off, on to the break of dawn
C-O-M-P-T-O-N and the city they call Beach
the shit together
Like my D.O.C., "No One Can Do it Better"