Luyện nghe bài hát Nuthing But a G Thang

One, two, and to the fo'
Snoop Doggy and Dr. Dre is at the do'
Ready to an entrance, so back on up
('Cause you know about to rip up)
Gimme the microphone first, so I can bust like a
Compton and Beach together, now you know you in trouble
nothin' but a "G" thing, baby!
Two out niggas so we're crazy!
Row is the label that pays me!
Unfadeable, so please try to fade this (Hell yeah)
But uh, back to the at hand
Perfection is perfected, so let 'em understand
From a young G's
And me dig out a bitch I have ta' find a contraceptive
You know she could be earnin' her man
And learnin' her man, and at the same burnin' her man
Now you know I ain't that shit, Lieutenant
Ain't no pussy good enough to get 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 good to get broke off a proper chunk
I'll take a piece of some of that funky stuff

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Dre, to the mic like a phantom

I'm peepin', and I'm creepin', and I'm creep-in
But I damn near got caught, 'cause my kept beepin'
Now time for me to make my impression felt
So sit back, relax, and strap on your
You never been on a ride like this
With a producer who can rap and control the
At the same with the dope rhyme that I kick
You know, and I know, I flow some ol' 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

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And who a fuck about hoes?
So just chill, til the next

Fallin' on that ass, with a hellified gangsta lean
Gettin' funky on the mic like a ol' batcha' collard
It's the S, oh yes I'm fresh, N double-O P
D O Y, D O double-G, ya see
Showin' flex when it's time to wreck a mic
Pimpin' hoes and a grip like my name was Dolomite
Yeah, and it don't
I think in the mood for some motherfuckin' G shit
(Hell yeah) So Dre, (What up Dog?)
give '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 takes place, so when asked, yo'
Mobbin' like a motherfucker, but I ain't
Droppin' the shit 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 ass'll get
My motherfuckin' 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 to put the rap down, put the mack down
And if yo bitches talk shit, have to put the smack down
Yeah, and you stop
I told you I'm just like a clock when I 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
my nigga D.O.C., "No One Can Do It Better"

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