Luyện nghe bài hát Nuthing But a G Thang

One, two, and to the fo'
Snoop Doggy and Dr. Dre is at the do'
to make an entrance, so back on up
('Cause you about to rip shit up)
Gimme the microphone first, so I can like a bubble
Compton and Long together, now you know you in trouble
Ain't but a "G" thing, baby!
Two loc'ed out niggas so crazy!
Row is the label that pays me!
Unfadeable, so don't try to fade this (Hell yeah)
But uh, back to the at hand
Perfection is perfected, so let 'em understand
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 time burnin' her man
Now you know I with that shit, Lieutenant
Ain't no good enough to get burnt while I'm up in it
(Yeah) And realer than Real-Deal Holyfield
And now you and ho's know how I feel
Well if it's good to get broke off a proper chunk
take a small piece of some of that funky stuff

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Dre, creep to the mic a phantom

I'm peepin', and I'm creepin', and I'm creep-in
But I near got caught, 'cause my beeper kept beepin'
Now time for me to make my impression felt
So sit back, relax, and strap on seatbelt
You never been on a ride like before
With a who can rap and control the maestro
At the same time with the dope that I kick
You know, and I know, I flow some ol' funky
To add to my collection, the
Symbolizes dope, take a toke, but choke
If you do, you'll no clue
On what me and my homey Snoop Dogg to do

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It's like and like this and like that and uh,
It's this
And who a fuck about hoes?
So just chill, til the next

Fallin' back on that ass, with a hellified gangsta
Gettin' funky on the mic like a ol' batcha' greens
the capital S, oh yes I'm fresh, N double-O P
D O Y, D O double-G, ya see
Showin' much flex it's time to wreck a mic
Pimpin' hoes and a grip like my name was Dolomite
Yeah, and it don't
I think they in the mood for some motherfuckin' G
(Hell yeah) So Dre, (What up Dog?)
Gotta 'em what they want (What's that, G?)
We break 'em off somethin' (Hell yeah)
And it's gotta be (City of Compton!)

It's where it place, so when asked, yo' attention
Mobbin' like a motherfucker, but I ain't
Droppin' the funky shit that's makin' the niggas mumble
When I'm on the mic, it's a cookie, they all crumble
Try to get close, and your get smacked
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, you know I'm straight trippin'
And I'ma continue to put the rap down, put the mack
And if yo bitches talk shit, I'll to put the smack down
Yeah, and you stop
I told you I'm just like a when I tick and I tock
But I'm never off, always on, to the break of
C-O-M-P-T-O-N, and the they call Long Beach
Puttin' the together
Like my D.O.C., "No One Can Do It Better"

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It's like that and this and like that and uh
It's this
And who a fuck about hoes?
So just chill, 'til the next