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 we 'bout to rip shit up)

the microphone first, so I can bust like a bubble
Compton and Long Beach together, now you 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 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 G's perspective
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 same time her man
Now you know I ain't wit shit, Lieutenant
Ain't no pussy good enough to get while I'm up in it

Now, realer 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 a small piece of some of that funky stuff

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

Well, I'm peepin' and I'm and I'm creep-in'
But I damn near got caught 'cause my beeper kept
Now, time for me to make my impression felt
So, sit back, relax and strap on your

You never on a ride like this befo'
With a producer who can rap and control the
At the same time with the dope rhyme that I
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' what me and my homey Snoop came to do

It's like this and like 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' chill 'til the episode

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

Fallin' back on that ass with a gangsta' lean
Gettin' funky on the mic 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 a grip like my name was Dolomite
Yeah, and it quit
I think they in a mood for mothafuckin' G shit

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

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

Try to get close and ass'll get smacked
My mothafuckin' homie Doggy has got my back
Never let me slip 'cause if I slip, 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 mack
And if your talk shit, I have ta' put the smack down
Yeah, and ya' stop
I you I'm just like a clock when I tick and I tock

But I'm off, always on, 'til the break dawn
C O M P T O N and the city call Long Beach
the shit together
Like my D.O.C., no one can do it better

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

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