Luyện nghe bài hát Nuthin but a G Thang

One, two, and to the fo'
Snoop 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 bust like a
Compton and Long Beach together, now you know you in

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

But, uh, to the lecture at hand
Perfection is perfected, so, I'm 'a let 'em
From a young G's
And before me dig out a bitch, I have ta' a contraceptive

You never she could be earnin' her man
And her man and at the same time burnin' her man
Now you know I ain't wit that shit,
Ain't no pussy 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 enough to get broke off a chunk
I'll take a small piece of some of that funky

It's like this and like that and like and uh
It's like 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 and I'm creep-in'
But I damn near got '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 been on a like this befo'
With a producer who can rap and control the
At the same time with the dope that I kick
You know and I know, I flow some ol' shit

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

It's like 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 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' back on ass with a hellified gangsta' lean
Gettin' on the mic like a' old batch o' collard greens
It's the capital S, oh yes, the fresh N O P
D O G Y D O double G, ya' see

Showin' much flex when it's time to 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 break 'em off somethin'
(Hell, yeah)
And it's gotta be
(City of Compton)

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

Try to get close and 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, then you know I'm trippin'

And I'm a continue to put the rap down, put the down
And if your bitches talk shit, I have ta' put the smack
Yeah, and ya' don't
I told you I'm just like a clock when I tick and I

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

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

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