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)

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

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

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

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

Now, that's realer 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 funky stuff

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

Well, I'm peepin' and I'm creepin' and I'm
But I damn got caught 'cause my beeper kept beepin'
Now, it's for me to make my impression felt
So, sit back, relax and strap on your

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

To add to my collection, the
Symbolizes dope, take a toke but choke
If ya' do, ya' have no
O' me and my homey Snoop Dogg 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 this, and who gives a fuck about those?
So, jus' 'til the next episode

We got to be there
('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
the capital S, oh yes, the fresh N double O P
D O double G Y D O G, ya' see

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

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

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

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

And I'm a continue to put the rap down, put the mack
And if your bitches shit, I have ta' put the smack down
Yeah, and ya' stop
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 city they Long Beach
Puttin' the shit
my nigger D.O.C., no one can do it better

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

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 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)