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 'bout to rip up)

the microphone first, so I can bust like a bubble
Compton and Long Beach together, now you 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 lecture at
Perfection is perfected, so, I'm 'a let 'em
From a G's perspective
And before me dig out a bitch, I have ta' find a

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 that shit,
no pussy good enough to get burnt while I'm up in it

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

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

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

You been on a ride like this befo'
With a producer who can rap and the maestro
At the same 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 that and like this and like that and uh
It's this, and who gives a fuck about those?
So, jus' chill the next episode

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

Fallin' back on ass with a hellified gangsta' lean
Gettin' funky on the mic like a' old 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 like my name was Dolomite
Yeah, and it don't
I think in a mood for some mothafuckin' G shit

So Dre., we gotta give 'em 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 place, so, I'ma ask your attention
like a mothafucka but I ain't lynchin'
Droppin' the funky shit that's the sucka niggaz mumble
When I'm on the mic, like a cookie, they all crumble

Try to get close and your get smacked
My mothafuckin' homie Doggy has got my back
Never let me slip if I slip, then I'm slippin'
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 talk shit, I have ta' put the smack down
Yeah, and ya' don't
I told you I'm just a clock when I tick and I tock

But I'm never off, 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

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

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