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 an entrance, so back on up
('Cause you know to rip shit up)
Gimme the microphone first, so I can like a bubble
Compton and Long Beach together, now you know you in
Ain't but a "G" thing, baby!
Two loc'ed out niggas so crazy!
Death Row is the label that me!
Unfadeable, so please try to fade this (Hell yeah)
But uh, to the lecture at hand
Perfection is perfected, so let 'em understand
From a young G's
And before me dig out a bitch I have ta' a contraceptive
You never know she be earnin' her man
And her man, and at the same time burnin' her man
Now you I ain't with that shit, Lieutenant
Ain't no pussy good enough to get burnt I'm up in it
(Yeah) And that's 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 chunk
I'll take a small piece of some of funky stuff

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It's like that and like this and like and uh
It's like this and 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 beeper kept
Now time for me to make my impression felt
So sit back, relax, and strap on your
You been on a ride like this before
With a who can rap and control the maestro
At the same time with the dope rhyme that I
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 have no
On what me and my homey Dogg came to do

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

Fallin' back on that ass, with a hellified lean
Gettin' funky on the mic like a ol' 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 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 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 gotta be bumpin' (City of Compton!)

It's where it takes place, so when asked, yo'
Mobbin' a motherfucker, but I ain't lynchin'
Droppin' the funky shit makin' the sucker niggas mumble
When I'm on the mic, it's like a cookie, they all
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, then I'm
But if I got my Nina, then you know I'm straight
And I'ma continue to put the rap down, put the down
And if yo bitches talk shit, I'll have to put the down
Yeah, and you stop
I told you I'm just like a clock when I tick and I
But I'm never off, always on, to the break of
C-O-M-P-T-O-N, and the city they call Beach
Puttin' the shit
Like my D.O.C., "No One Can Do It Better"

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