Luyện nghe bài hát Nuthin but a G Thang

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

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

Ain't nothin' but a G thang,
Two out niggas, so we're crazy
Death Row is the that pays me
Un-fadable, so please 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 ta' find a contraceptive

You never know she could be her man
And her man and at the same time burnin' her man
Now you know I ain't wit shit, Lieutenant
Ain't no pussy good 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 broke off a proper
I'll take a small piece of some of funky stuff

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

Well, I'm peepin' and I'm creepin' and I'm
But I near got caught 'cause my beeper kept beepin'
Now, it's time for me to make my felt
So, sit back, and strap on your seatbelt

You never on a ride like this befo'
With a producer who can rap and the maestro
At the same time with the rhyme that I kick
You and I know, I flow some ol' funky shit

To add to my collection, the
dope, take a toke but don't choke
If ya' do, ya' have no
O' what me and my Snoop Dogg came 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 like this, and who gives a fuck about
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 hellified gangsta'
Gettin' funky on the mic like a' old batch o' greens
It's the S, oh yes, the fresh N double O P
D O double G Y D O 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 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 it's gotta be
(City of Compton)

It's where it takes place, so, I'ma ask attention
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 and your ass'll get smacked
My mothafuckin' Doggy Dogg has got my back
Never let me slip 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 bitches talk shit, I 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, the break dawn
C O M P T O N and the they 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 that and like this and and uh
It's like this, and who gives a fuck those?
So, chill, 'til the next episode

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