Luyện nghe bài hát Nuthing But a G Thang

One, two, and to the fo'
Snoop Dogg and Dr. Dre is at the do'
Ready to make an entrance, so on up
('Cause you about to rip shit up)
Gimme the microphone first, so I can bust like a
Compton and Long Beach together, now you know you in
nothin' but a "G" thing, baby!
Two out niggas so we're crazy!
Row is the label that pays me!
Unfadeable, so please don't try to fade (Hell yeah)
But uh, back to the at hand
is perfected, so I'ma let 'em understand
From a 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 time burnin' her man
Now you know I ain't with shit, Lieutenant
Ain't no pussy enough to get burnt while I'm up in it
(Yeah) And that's than 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 piece of of that funky stuff

It's like and like that and like this and uh
like that and like this and like that and uh
It's like and like that and like this and uh
Dre, creep to the mic 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 it's time for me to make my impression
So sit back, relax, and strap on seatbelt
You never been on a like this before
With a producer who can rap and the maestro
At the same time with the rhyme that I kick
You know, and I know, I flow some ol' funky
To add to my collection, the
Symbolizes dope, take a toke, but don't
If you do, have no clue
On what me and my Snoop Dogg came to do

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

Fallin' back on ass, with a hellified gangsta lean
Gettin' funky on the mic a ol' batcha' collard greens
the capital 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' and clockin' a grip like 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 give 'em what they (What's that, G?)
We gotta 'em off somethin' (Hell yeah)
And it's gotta be (City of Compton!)

It's where it place, so when asked, yo' attention
Mobbin' a motherfucker, but I ain't lynchin'
Droppin' the funky shit that's 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 motherfuckin' homie Doggy Dogg has got my
Never let me slip, 'cause if I slip, 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 bitches shit, I'll have to put the smack down
Yeah, and you don't
I told you I'm just like a clock when I 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
Puttin' the shit
my nigga D.O.C., "No One Can Do It Better"

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