Luyện nghe bài hát Nuthin but a G Thang

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

Gimme the first, so I can bust like 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 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
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 be earnin' her man
And her man and at the same time burnin' her man
Now you know I 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 ho's how I feel
Well, if good enough to get broke off a proper chunk
I'll take a small piece of some of that funky

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

Well, I'm peepin' and I'm and I'm creep-in'
But I damn near got caught 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 like this befo'
With a producer who can rap and control the
At the same time 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' no clue
O' what me and my homey Snoop Dogg to do

It's this 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, jus' chill 'til the next

We got to be there
('Cos you're the project)
We got to be there
(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 when it's 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 G shit

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

where it takes place, so, I'ma ask your attention
Mobbin' a mothafucka but I ain't lynchin'
the funky shit 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 Dogg has got my back
Never let me 'cause 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 talk shit, I have ta' put the smack
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 they call Long Beach
Puttin' the together
Like my nigger D.O.C., no one can do it

this, that and this and uh
It's like 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 got to be there
('Cos over the project, yeah, yeah)
We ain't got to be there, we ain't got to be
('Cos over the project, yeah, yeah)
We got to be there, we ain't got to be there
('Cos you're the project, yeah, yeah)