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 to rip shit up)

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

Ain't nothin' but a G thang,
Two loc'ed out niggas, so crazy
Death Row is the label that me
Un-fadable, so please don't try to 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 have ta' find a

You never know she be earnin' her man
And learnin' her man and at the same time 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, realer than real deal Holyfield
And now all you hookas and know how I feel
Well, if it's good enough to get broke off a chunk
I'll take a 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, to the mic like a phantom

Well, I'm and I'm creepin' and I'm creep-in'
But I near got caught 'cause my beeper kept 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 like 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' shit

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 Snoop Dogg came to do

It's like and like that and like that and uh
It's like and like this and like that and uh
It's like this, and who gives a about those?
So, jus' chill 'til the 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' on the mic like a' old batch o' collard greens
It's the capital S, oh yes, the N double O P
D O G Y D O double G, ya' see

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

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

It's where it takes place, so, I'ma ask your
Mobbin' like a mothafucka but I lynchin'
Droppin' the funky shit that's the sucka niggaz mumble
When I'm on the mic, like a cookie, they all crumble

Try to get close and your ass'll get
My mothafuckin' Doggy Dogg has got my back
Never let me slip 'cause if I slip, then I'm
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 smack
Yeah, and ya' don't
I told you I'm just like a clock when I tick and I

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

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

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