Luyện nghe bài hát Nuthing But a G Thang

One, two, and to the fo'
Snoop Dogg and Dr. Dre is at the do'
to make an entrance, so back on up
('Cause you about 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 out niggas so we're crazy!
Death Row is the label that me!
Unfadeable, so please don't try to fade (Hell yeah)
But uh, back to the lecture at
is perfected, so I'ma let 'em understand
From a young G's
And before me dig out a I have ta' find a contraceptive
You never she could be earnin' her man
And her man, and at the same time burnin' her man
Now you know I ain't 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 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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Dre, to the mic like a phantom

I'm peepin', and I'm creepin', and I'm creep-in
But I damn got caught, 'cause my beeper kept beepin'
Now it's time for me to make my felt
So sit back, relax, and on your seatbelt
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
dope, take a toke, but don't choke
If you do, have no clue
On me and my homey Snoop Dogg came to do

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

Fallin' back on that ass, with a hellified gangsta
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
much flex when it's time to wreck a mic
Pimpin' hoes and clockin' a grip my name was Dolomite
Yeah, and it quit
I they 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 when asked, yo'
Mobbin' like a motherfucker, but I ain't
Droppin' the funky shit that's makin' the sucker niggas
I'm on the mic, it's 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 continue to put the rap down, put the mack down
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 I tick and I tock
But I'm off, always on, to the break of dawn
C-O-M-P-T-O-N, and the city they Long Beach
the shit together
Like my D.O.C., "No One Can Do It Better"

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