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 make an entrance, so on up
('Cause you about to rip shit up)
the microphone first, so I can bust like a bubble
Compton and Long Beach together, now you know you in
Ain't but a "G" thing, baby!
Two out niggas so we're crazy!
Death Row is the label that me!
Unfadeable, so please don't try to this (Hell yeah)
But uh, back to the at hand
Perfection is perfected, so I'ma let 'em
a young G's perspective
And before me dig out a bitch I 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 with that shit, Lieutenant
Ain't no pussy good to get burnt while I'm up in it
(Yeah) And realer than Real-Deal Holyfield
And now you and ho's know how I feel
Well if it's good enough to get broke off a proper
I'll take a small piece of some of funky stuff

It's like this and like and like this and uh
It's that and like this and like that and uh
It's like this and like that and 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 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 ride like before
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 some ol' shit
To add to my collection, the
dope, take a toke, but don't choke
If you do, you'll have no
On what me and my homey Snoop 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 a fuck about hoes?
So chill, til the next episode

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

It's it takes place, so when asked, yo' attention
like a motherfucker, but I ain't lynchin'
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 homie Doggy Dogg has got my back
Never let me slip, 'cause if I slip, 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 bitches shit, I'll have to put the smack down
Yeah, and you don't
I told you I'm just a clock when I tick and I tock
But I'm never off, always on, to the break of
C-O-M-P-T-O-N, and the they call Long Beach
Puttin' the together
Like my D.O.C., "No One Can Do It Better"

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