Luyện nghe bài hát Nuthing But a G Thang

One, two, and to the fo'
Snoop Dogg 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 Beach together, now you know you in
Ain't but a "G" thing, baby!
Two loc'ed out so we're crazy!
Death Row is the label pays me!
Unfadeable, so don't try to fade this (Hell yeah)
But uh, back to the at hand
is perfected, so I'ma 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 learnin' her man, and at the same burnin' her man
Now you know I ain't with that shit,
Ain't no good enough to get burnt while I'm up in it
(Yeah) And that's realer Real-Deal Holyfield
And now you hooka's 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

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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 it's time for me to make my felt
So sit back, relax, and strap on your
You never been on a ride this before
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' funky
To add to my collection, the
Symbolizes dope, a toke, but don't choke
If you do, you'll no clue
On what me and my Snoop Dogg came to do

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like that and like this and like that and uh,
It's like
And who gives a fuck about
So chill, til the next episode

Fallin' back on that ass, with a hellified lean
Gettin' funky on the mic a ol' batcha' collard 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 when time to wreck a mic
Pimpin' and clockin' a grip like my name was Dolomite
Yeah, and it quit
I think they in the mood for motherfuckin' G shit
(Hell yeah) So Dre, (What up Dog?)
Gotta give 'em 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' a motherfucker, but I ain't lynchin'
the funky shit that's makin' the sucker niggas mumble
When I'm on the mic, it's like a cookie, they all
Try to get close, and ass'll 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 continue to put the rap down, put the mack down
And if yo bitches talk shit, I'll to put the smack down
Yeah, and you don't
I told you I'm just like a clock when I and I tock
But I'm never off, always on, to the of 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 and like this and like that and uh
like this
And who gives a about hoes?
So just chill, 'til the episode