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 bust 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!
Row is the label that pays me!
Unfadeable, so don't try to fade this (Hell yeah)
But uh, to the lecture at hand
Perfection is perfected, so I'ma let 'em
a young G's perspective
And before me dig out a bitch I have ta' a contraceptive
You never know she be earnin' her man
And learnin' her man, and at the time burnin' 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 realer than Holyfield
And now you and ho's know how I feel
Well if it's good enough to get broke off a proper
I'll take a small of some of that funky stuff

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It's that and like this and like that and uh
It's like this and like and like this and uh
Dre, creep to the mic like a

Well I'm peepin', and I'm creepin', and I'm
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 strap on seatbelt
You never been on a ride this before
a producer who can rap and control the maestro
At the same time with the dope 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 Dogg came to do

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

Fallin' back on that ass, with a hellified gangsta
funky 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
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 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 break 'em off (Hell yeah)
And it's gotta be (City of Compton!)

It's where it place, so when 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 your get smacked
My motherfuckin' homie Doggy Dogg has got my
Never let me slip, if I slip, then I'm slippin'
But if I got my Nina, then you know I'm trippin'
And continue to put the rap down, put the mack down
And if yo talk shit, I'll have to put the smack down
Yeah, and you don't
I told you I'm 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 call Beach
the shit together
Like my D.O.C., "No One Can Do It Better"

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