Luyện nghe bài hát Nuthing But a G Thang

One, two, and to the fo'
Doggy 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 bust like a
Compton and Long together, now you know you in trouble
nothin' but a "G" thing, baby!
Two loc'ed out so we're crazy!
Death Row is the label pays me!
Unfadeable, so please don't try to fade (Hell yeah)
But uh, to the lecture at hand
Perfection is perfected, so I'ma let 'em
From a G's perspective
And me dig out a bitch I have ta' find a contraceptive
You know she could be earnin' her man
And her man, and at the same time burnin' her man
Now you I ain't with that shit, Lieutenant
no pussy good enough to get burnt while I'm up in it
(Yeah) And that's realer than Holyfield
And now you hooka's and ho's know how I
Well if it's enough to get broke off a proper chunk
take a small piece of some of that funky stuff

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

Well I'm peepin', and I'm creepin', and I'm
But I damn near got caught, 'cause my kept beepin'
Now it's for me to make my impression felt
So sit back, relax, and strap on seatbelt
You never been on a ride like this
a producer who can rap and control the maestro
At the same time with the dope rhyme 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, have no clue
On me and my homey Snoop Dogg came to do

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

Fallin' back on that ass, a hellified gangsta lean
Gettin' funky on the mic a ol' batcha' collard greens
It's the capital S, oh yes I'm fresh, N P
D O Y, D O double-G, ya see
much flex when it's time to wreck a mic
Pimpin' hoes and clockin' a grip 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 gotta 'em off somethin' (Hell yeah)
And it's gotta be (City of Compton!)

where it takes place, so when asked, yo' attention
Mobbin' like a motherfucker, but I lynchin'
Droppin' the shit that's makin' the sucker niggas mumble
When I'm on the mic, it's like a cookie, all crumble
Try to get close, and your ass'll get
My motherfuckin' homie Doggy has got my back
let me slip, 'cause if I slip, then I'm slippin'
But if I got my Nina, then you know I'm trippin'
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 never off, always on, to the of dawn
C-O-M-P-T-O-N, and the city they Long Beach
the shit together
Like my D.O.C., "No One Can Do It Better"

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