Luyện nghe bài hát Nuthin but a G Thang

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

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

Ain't nothin' but a G thang,
Two loc'ed out niggas, so crazy
Death Row is the that pays me
Un-fadable, so please try to fade this
(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 ta' find a contraceptive

You never she could be earnin' her man
And learnin' her man and at the time burnin' her man
Now you know I ain't wit that shit,
Ain't no pussy good to get burnt while I'm up in it

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

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

Well, I'm peepin' and I'm and I'm creep-in'
But I damn got caught 'cause my beeper kept beepin'
Now, it's time for me to make my felt
So, sit back, relax and on your seatbelt

You never on a ride like 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 some ol' funky

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 homey Snoop Dogg to do

like this and like that and like that and uh
It's like that and like and like that and uh
It's like this, and who gives a fuck those?
So, jus' chill the next 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 capital S, oh yes, the N double O P
D O double G Y D O G, ya' see

Showin' flex when it's time to wreck a mic
Pimpin' ho's and clockin' a grip my name was Dolomite
Yeah, and it don't
I think they in a mood for mothafuckin' G shit

So Dre., we gotta give 'em what dey
(What up What's 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' like a mothafucka but I lynchin'
Droppin' the funky shit makin' the sucka niggaz mumble
When I'm on the mic, it's like a cookie, all crumble

Try to get close and your 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 know I'm straight

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

But I'm never off, always on, 'til the 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, and this and uh
It's like that and like and like and uh
like 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 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 you're the project, yeah, yeah)