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 'bout to rip up)

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

Ain't but a G thang, baby
Two out niggas, so we're crazy
Death Row is the label 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 young G's
And before me dig out a bitch, I have ta' 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 ain't wit shit, Lieutenant
Ain't no pussy good enough to get burnt I'm up in it

Now, that's realer than real 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 piece of some of that funky stuff

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

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

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

To add to my collection, the
Symbolizes dope, a toke but don't choke
If ya' do, ya' no clue
O' what me and my homey 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 a fuck about those?
So, jus' chill 'til the episode

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

Fallin' back on that ass with a hellified gangsta'
funky on the mic like a' old batch o' collard greens
It's the S, oh yes, the fresh N double 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 clockin' a grip my name was Dolomite
Yeah, and it quit
I think they in a mood for some mothafuckin' G

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

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

Try to get close and your ass'll get
My homie Doggy Dogg has got my back
let me slip 'cause if I slip, then I'm slippin'
But if I got my Nina, then you know I'm straight

And I'm a to put the rap down, put the mack down
And if your bitches shit, I have ta' put the smack down
Yeah, and ya' stop
I told you I'm just like a clock when I tick and I

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

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