Luyện nghe bài hát Nuthin but a G Thang

One, two, and to the fo'
Snoop Doggy and Dr. Dre are at the do'
Ready to an entrance, so back on up
('Cause you know we 'bout to rip up)

Gimme the microphone first, so I can bust a bubble
Compton and Long Beach together, now you you in trouble

Ain't nothin' but a G thang,
Two loc'ed out niggas, so crazy
Death Row is the label pays me
Un-fadable, so don't try to fade this
(Hell, yeah)

But, uh, back to the at hand
is perfected, so, I'm 'a let 'em understand
From a G's perspective
And before me dig out a bitch, I ta' find a contraceptive

You never know she could be her man
And learnin' her man and at the time burnin' her man
Now you know I ain't wit that shit,
Ain't no good enough to get burnt while I'm up in it

Now, that's realer real deal Holyfield
And now all you hookas and know how I feel
Well, if it's good enough to get broke off a proper
I'll take a small piece of some of funky stuff

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

Well, I'm peepin' and I'm and I'm creep-in'
But I damn near got caught 'cause my beeper beepin'
Now, it's time for me to make my felt
So, sit back, relax and on your seatbelt

You never been on a ride this befo'
With a producer who can rap and the maestro
At the same with the dope rhyme that I kick
You know and I know, I flow some ol' funky

To add to my collection, the
dope, take a toke but don't choke
If ya' do, ya' no clue
O' what me and my homey Dogg came to do

like this and like that and like that and uh
It's like that and this and like that and uh
It's like this, and who gives a fuck those?
So, jus' chill 'til the episode

We got to be there
('Cos over the project)
We got to be there
(Yeah, yeah)

Fallin' back on that ass with a gangsta' lean
Gettin' on the mic like a' old batch o' collard greens
It's the S, oh yes, the fresh N double O P
D O double G Y D O G, ya' see

Showin' much flex it's time to wreck a mic
ho's and clockin' a grip like my name was Dolomite
Yeah, and it quit
I think in a mood for some mothafuckin' G shit

So Dre., we give 'em what dey want
(What up Dogg? that, G?)
We gotta 'em off somethin'
(Hell, yeah)
And it's gotta be
(City of Compton)

It's it takes place, so, I'ma ask your attention
Mobbin' like a but I ain't lynchin'
Droppin' the funky shit makin' the sucka niggaz mumble
I'm on the mic, it's like a cookie, they all crumble

Try to get close and your get smacked
My mothafuckin' homie Doggy has got my back
let me slip 'cause if I slip, then I'm slippin'
But if I got my Nina, then you I'm straight trippin'

And I'm a continue to put the rap down, put the down
And if your bitches talk shit, I have ta' put the down
Yeah, and ya' don't
I told you I'm just like a when I tick and I tock

But I'm never off, always on, 'til the break
C O M P T O N and the city they Long Beach
the shit together
Like my nigger D.O.C., no one can do it

Like this, that and and uh
It's that and like this and like and uh
It's like this, and who a fuck about those?
So, jus' chill, 'til the next

We ain't got to be there, we ain't got to be
('Cos you're the project, yeah, yeah)
We ain't got to be there, we ain't got to be
('Cos over the project, yeah, yeah)
We ain't got to be there, we got to be there
('Cos over the project, yeah, yeah)