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 we 'bout to rip shit up)

the microphone first, so I can bust like a bubble
Compton and Long 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
is perfected, so, I'm 'a let 'em understand
From a 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 know I wit that shit, Lieutenant
no pussy good enough to get burnt while I'm up in it

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

It's this and like that and like this and uh
It's like that and like and like that and uh
It's like this and like that and 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 'cause my 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'
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 some ol' funky

To add to my collection, the
Symbolizes dope, take a toke but choke
If ya' do, ya' no clue
O' what me and my Snoop Dogg came to do

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

We ain't got to be
('Cos you're 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
It's the capital S, oh yes, the N double O P
D O double G Y D O G, ya' see

Showin' much flex when time to wreck a mic
Pimpin' ho's and clockin' a grip my name was Dolomite
Yeah, and it don't
I think they in a for some mothafuckin' G shit

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

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

Try to get close and ass'll get smacked
My mothafuckin' homie Doggy Dogg has got my
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 continue to put the rap down, put the down
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 never off, always on, 'til the break
C O M P T O N and the city they call Long
Puttin' the together
Like my nigger D.O.C., no one can do it

this, that 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, the next episode

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