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 make an entrance, so 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 you in trouble
nothin' but a "G" thing, baby!
Two out niggas 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
Perfection is perfected, so let 'em understand
a young G's perspective
And before me dig out a bitch I ta' find a contraceptive
You never know she could be her man
And learnin' her man, and at the time burnin' her man
Now you know I ain't with that shit,
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
Well if it's good to get broke off a proper chunk
I'll take a small piece of some of that 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 strap on seatbelt
You never been on a ride like before
With a producer who can rap and control the
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 choke
If you do, you'll no clue
On what me and my Snoop Dogg came to do

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

Fallin' back on that ass, with a gangsta lean
Gettin' funky on the mic like a ol' collard greens
It's the S, oh yes I'm fresh, N double-O P
D O Y, D O double-G, ya see
Showin' much flex when time to wreck a mic
Pimpin' hoes and clockin' a grip like my name was
Yeah, and it don't
I they in the mood for some motherfuckin' G shit
(Hell yeah) So Dre, (What up Dog?)
Gotta give 'em what 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 asked, yo' attention
Mobbin' like a motherfucker, but I lynchin'
the funky shit that's makin' the sucker niggas mumble
When I'm on the mic, it's like a cookie, all crumble
Try to get close, and your get smacked
My motherfuckin' Doggy Dogg has got my back
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 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 Long Beach
the shit together
Like my D.O.C., "No One Can Do It Better"

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And who gives a fuck about
So chill, 'til the next episode