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
and Long Beach together, now you know you in trouble

Ain't but a G thang, baby
Two loc'ed out niggas, so we're
Row is the label that pays me
Un-fadable, so please don't try to this
(Hell, yeah)

But, uh, back to the lecture at
Perfection is perfected, so, I'm 'a let 'em
From a young G's
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 shit, Lieutenant
Ain't no pussy good to get burnt while I'm up in it

Now, that's than real deal Holyfield
And now all you hookas and ho's know how I
Well, if it's good enough to get off a proper 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 and like this and like that and uh
It's this and like that and like this and uh
Dre, creep to the mic a phantom

Well, I'm peepin' and I'm creepin' and I'm
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 strap on seatbelt

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

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

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

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

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

much flex when it's time to wreck a mic
Pimpin' and clockin' a grip like my name was Dolomite
Yeah, and it don't
I they in a mood for some mothafuckin' G shit

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

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

Try to get and your ass'll get smacked
My mothafuckin' homie Doggy has got my back
Never let me 'cause if I slip, then I'm slippin'
But if I got my Nina, then you know I'm trippin'

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

But I'm never off, always on, the break dawn
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

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

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