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)
Gimme the first, so I can bust like a bubble
and Long Beach together, now you know you in trouble
Ain't but a "G" thing, baby!
Two loc'ed out so we're crazy!
Death Row is the label that me!
Unfadeable, so please don't try to this (Hell yeah)
But uh, to the lecture at hand
Perfection is perfected, so let 'em understand
a young G's perspective
And before me dig out a bitch I have ta' find a
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 how I feel
Well if good enough to get broke off a proper chunk
I'll take a small piece of some of that funky

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Dre, creep to the mic a phantom

I'm peepin', and I'm creepin', and I'm creep-in
But I near got caught, 'cause my beeper kept beepin'
Now it's time for me to my impression felt
So sit back, relax, and strap on your
You never on a ride like this before
With a producer who can rap and control the
At the time with the dope rhyme that I kick
You know, and I know, I flow ol' funky shit
To add to my collection, the
Symbolizes dope, take a toke, but don't
If you do, you'll no clue
On what me and my homey Snoop came to do

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

Fallin' back on that ass, with a hellified gangsta
funky on the mic like 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
Showin' much flex when time to wreck a mic
Pimpin' hoes and a grip like my name was Dolomite
Yeah, and it quit
I think 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 break 'em off somethin' (Hell yeah)
And it's be bumpin' (City of Compton!)

It's it takes place, so when asked, yo' attention
like a motherfucker, but I ain't lynchin'
Droppin' the funky shit that's makin' the sucker 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, if I slip, then I'm slippin'
But if I got my Nina, then you I'm straight trippin'
And I'ma continue to put the rap down, put the down
And if yo bitches talk shit, have to put the smack down
Yeah, and you don't
I told you I'm like 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 they call Long
Puttin' the together
Like my D.O.C., "No One Can Do It Better"

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And who gives a fuck hoes?
So just chill, the next episode