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 make an entrance, so on up
('Cause you know we to rip shit up)

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

nothin' but a G thang, baby
Two loc'ed out niggas, so crazy
Death Row is the label pays me
Un-fadable, so please try to fade this
(Hell, yeah)

But, uh, back to the lecture at
Perfection is perfected, so, I'm 'a let 'em
a young G's perspective
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 I ain't wit that shit, Lieutenant
no pussy good enough to get burnt while I'm up in it

Now, that's realer than deal Holyfield
And now all you and ho's know how I feel
Well, if it's good enough to get off a proper chunk
I'll take a small piece of some of funky stuff

like this and like that and like this and uh
It's like that and this and like that and uh
It's like this and that 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 for me to make my impression felt
So, sit back, relax and strap on your

You never been on a ride like befo'
With a who can rap and control the maestro
At the same time with the dope that I kick
You know and I know, I flow ol' funky 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 this and like that and like and uh
It's like that and like this and 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 you're the project)
We ain't got to be
(Yeah, yeah)

back on that ass with a hellified gangsta' lean
Gettin' funky on the mic like a' old batch o' 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 when it's time to wreck a mic
Pimpin' ho's and clockin' a grip like my was Dolomite
Yeah, and it quit
I think they in a for some mothafuckin' G shit

So Dre., we gotta give 'em dey want
(What up Dogg? 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' a mothafucka but I ain't lynchin'
Droppin' the funky shit that's the sucka niggaz mumble
When I'm on the mic, it's like a cookie, all crumble

Try to get close and ass'll get smacked
My mothafuckin' Doggy 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 down
And if your talk shit, I have ta' put the smack down
Yeah, and ya' don't
I told you I'm just like a clock I tick and I tock

But I'm never off, always on, 'til the break
C O M P T O N and the city they Long Beach
the shit together
Like my nigger D.O.C., no one can do it

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

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