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 an entrance, so back on up
('Cause you about to rip shit up)
Gimme the microphone first, so I can bust a bubble
Compton and Long Beach together, now you 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 try to fade this (Hell yeah)
But uh, to the lecture at hand
is perfected, so I'ma let 'em understand
From a G's perspective
And me dig out a bitch I have ta' find a contraceptive
You never know she be earnin' her man
And learnin' her man, and at the same time her man
Now you I ain't with that shit, Lieutenant
Ain't no good enough to get burnt while I'm up in it
(Yeah) And that's than Real-Deal Holyfield
And now you hooka's and know how I feel
Well if good 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, my beeper kept beepin'
Now it's time for me to make my felt
So sit back, relax, and strap on your
You never been on a ride like before
With a who can rap and control the maestro
At the time with the dope rhyme that I kick
You know, and I know, I some ol' funky shit
To add to my collection, the
Symbolizes dope, a toke, but don't choke
If you do, you'll no clue
On what me and my homey Dogg came to do

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

Fallin' on that 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 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 where it takes place, so asked, yo' attention
like a motherfucker, but I ain't lynchin'
Droppin' the funky shit that's makin' the niggas mumble
When I'm on the mic, it's a cookie, they all crumble
Try to get close, and ass'll get smacked
My motherfuckin' homie Dogg has got my back
Never let me slip, 'cause if I slip, 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 mack
And if yo talk shit, I'll have to put the smack down
Yeah, and you stop
I you I'm just 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 Long Beach
Puttin' the shit
Like my D.O.C., "No One Can Do It Better"

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