Luyện nghe bài hát Nuthin but a G Thang

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

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

nothin' but a G thang, baby
Two out niggas, so we're crazy
Death Row is the that pays me
Un-fadable, so please don't try to fade
(Hell, yeah)

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

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

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

It's like this and that and like this and uh
It's like that and like this and like 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 kept beepin'
Now, it's for me to make my impression felt
So, sit back, relax and strap on your

You been on a ride like this befo'
With a who can rap and control the maestro
At the same time the dope rhyme that I kick
You know and I know, I some ol' funky shit

To add to my collection, the
Symbolizes dope, take a toke but choke
If ya' do, ya' no clue
O' what me and my homey Snoop came to do

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

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

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

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

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

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

Try to get close and your ass'll get
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 to put the rap down, put the mack down
And if your bitches talk shit, I ta' put the smack down
Yeah, and ya' don't
I told you I'm just like a clock when I and I tock

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

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

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