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 an entrance, so back on up
('Cause you know we 'bout to rip up)

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

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

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

You never know she be earnin' 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 good enough to get burnt while I'm up in it

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

It's like this and like that and this and uh
like that and like this and like that and uh
It's like this and like 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 near got caught my beeper kept beepin'
Now, time for me to make my impression felt
So, sit back, and strap on your seatbelt

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

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

It's like this and like 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, chill 'til the next 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 lean
Gettin' funky on the mic like a' old o' collard greens
the capital S, oh yes, the fresh N double O P
D O G Y D O double G, ya' see

Showin' flex when it's time 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 some mothafuckin' G

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

It's where it place, so, I'ma ask your attention
Mobbin' like a mothafucka but I lynchin'
Droppin' the funky shit that's makin' the sucka mumble
When I'm on the mic, it's a cookie, they all crumble

Try to get close and ass'll get smacked
My mothafuckin' homie Dogg has got my back
Never let me slip 'cause if I slip, I'm slippin'
But if I got my Nina, then you I'm straight trippin'

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

But I'm off, always on, 'til the break 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

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

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