Luyện nghe bài hát Nuthing But a G Thang

One, two, and to the fo'
Snoop Dogg and Dr. Dre is at the do'
Ready to an entrance, so back on up
('Cause you know to rip shit up)
Gimme the microphone first, so I can like a bubble
Compton and Beach together, now you know you in trouble
nothin' but a "G" thing, baby!
Two loc'ed out niggas so crazy!
Death Row is the label that me!
Unfadeable, so don't try to fade this (Hell yeah)
But uh, back to the lecture at
Perfection is perfected, so let 'em understand
From a G's perspective
And before me dig out a bitch I have ta' a contraceptive
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 pussy good enough to get while I'm up in it
(Yeah) And that's realer than Real-Deal
And now you hooka's and ho's how I feel
Well if it's good enough to get broke off a chunk
I'll take a small piece of some of funky stuff

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Dre, creep to the mic like a

I'm peepin', and I'm creepin', and I'm creep-in
But I damn near got caught, 'cause my kept beepin'
Now it's time for me to make my impression
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 ol' funky shit
To add to my collection, the
dope, take a toke, but don't choke
If you do, you'll no clue
On what me and my homey Dogg came to do

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like this
And who gives a fuck hoes?
So just chill, til the episode

Fallin' back on that ass, with a gangsta lean
Gettin' funky on the mic like a ol' batcha' collard
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 it's time to a mic
Pimpin' and clockin' 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 give 'em what they (What's that, G?)
We gotta break 'em off (Hell yeah)
And it's gotta be (City of Compton!)

It's where it takes place, so when asked, yo'
like a motherfucker, but I ain't lynchin'
Droppin' the funky that's makin' the sucker 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
Never let me slip, 'cause if I slip, I'm slippin'
But if I got my Nina, you know I'm straight trippin'
And I'ma to put the rap down, put the mack down
And if yo bitches talk shit, I'll have to put the smack
Yeah, and you stop
I told you I'm just a clock when I tick and I tock
But I'm never off, on, to the break of dawn
C-O-M-P-T-O-N, and the city call Long Beach
the shit together
Like my D.O.C., "No One Can Do It Better"

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