Luyện nghe bài hát Nuthin but a G Thang

One, two, and to the fo'
Doggy Dogg 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
Compton and Long Beach together, now you you in trouble

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

But, uh, to the lecture 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' a contraceptive

You never know she be earnin' her man
And learnin' her man and at the same burnin' her man
Now you know I ain't wit 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 ho's know how I
Well, if it's enough to get broke off a proper chunk
take a small piece of some of that funky stuff

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

Well, I'm and I'm creepin' 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 ride like this
With a producer who can rap and the maestro
At the time with the dope rhyme that I kick
You know and I know, I some ol' funky shit

To add to my collection, the
Symbolizes dope, a toke but don't choke
If ya' do, ya' no clue
O' me and my homey Snoop Dogg came to do

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

We got to be there
('Cos over the project)
We got to be there
(Yeah, yeah)

Fallin' on that ass with a hellified gangsta' lean
funky 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 clockin' a grip like my name was
Yeah, and it don't
I think they in a for some 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 it's gotta be
(City of Compton)

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

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

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

Like this, and this and uh
It's that and like this and like and uh
like this, and who gives a fuck about those?
So, jus' chill, 'til the 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 you're the project, yeah, yeah)
We ain't got to be there, we got to be there
('Cos you're the project, yeah, yeah)