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 know about to rip up)
the microphone first, so I can bust like a bubble
Compton and Long together, now you know you in trouble
nothin' but a "G" thing, baby!
Two out niggas so we're crazy!
Death Row is the that pays me!
Unfadeable, so please try to fade this (Hell yeah)
But uh, to the lecture at hand
is perfected, so I'ma let 'em understand
From a G's perspective
And me dig out a bitch I have ta' find a contraceptive
You never know she could be her man
And learnin' her man, and at the same time her man
Now you know I ain't with that shit,
no pussy 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 how I feel
if it's good enough to get broke off a proper chunk
I'll take a small of some of that funky stuff

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Dre, creep to the mic a phantom

Well I'm peepin', and I'm creepin', and I'm
But I damn near got caught, 'cause my beeper beepin'
Now it's time for me to make my impression
So sit back, relax, and strap on your
You never been on a like this 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 me and my homey Snoop Dogg came to do

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

Fallin' on that ass, with a hellified 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 when it's time to wreck a mic
hoes and clockin' a grip like my name was Dolomite
Yeah, and it quit
I they in the mood for some motherfuckin' G shit
(Hell yeah) So Dre, (What up Dog?)
Gotta give 'em what they (What's that, G?)
We break 'em off somethin' (Hell yeah)
And it's be bumpin' (City of Compton!)

It's it takes place, so when asked, yo' attention
Mobbin' like a motherfucker, but I ain't
Droppin' the funky shit makin' the sucker niggas mumble
When I'm on the mic, like a cookie, they all crumble
Try to get close, and your ass'll get
My homie Doggy Dogg has got my back
Never let me slip, if I slip, then I'm slippin'
But if I got my Nina, then you know I'm straight
And I'ma to put the rap down, put the mack down
And if yo talk shit, I'll have to put the smack down
Yeah, and you stop
I told you I'm like a clock when I tick and I tock
But I'm off, always on, to the break of 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, that and and uh
It's like that and like this and like and uh
It's this
And who gives a fuck about
So just chill, 'til the episode