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 to rip shit up)
Gimme the microphone first, so I can bust like a
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 pays me!
Unfadeable, so please don't try to this (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 ta' find a contraceptive
You know she could be earnin' her man
And learnin' her man, and at the time burnin' her man
Now you know I with that shit, Lieutenant
Ain't no pussy enough to get burnt while I'm up in it
(Yeah) And realer than Real-Deal Holyfield
And now you hooka's and ho's know how I
Well if it's enough to get broke off a proper chunk
I'll take a small piece of of that funky stuff

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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 felt
So sit back, relax, and on your seatbelt
You never been on a ride like before
a producer who can rap and control the maestro
At the time 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, you'll no clue
On what me and my homey Snoop came to do

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

Fallin' on that ass, with a hellified gangsta lean
Gettin' on the mic like a ol' batcha' collard greens
It's the S, oh yes I'm fresh, N double-O 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 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?)
give 'em what they want (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' like a motherfucker, but I 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 get smacked
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 know I'm straight
And I'ma continue to put the rap down, put the mack
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 never off, always on, to the 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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like this
And who gives a fuck about
So chill, 'til the next episode