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 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 Beach together, now you know you in trouble
Ain't but a "G" thing, baby!
Two out niggas so we're crazy!
Death Row is the that pays me!
Unfadeable, so please don't try to this (Hell yeah)
But uh, back to the at hand
is perfected, so I'ma let 'em understand
From a young G's
And before me dig out a bitch I have ta' find a
You never know she could be 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 enough to get burnt while I'm up in it
(Yeah) And that's realer Real-Deal Holyfield
And now you hooka's and ho's how I feel
Well if it's good enough to get off a proper chunk
I'll take a small piece of some of funky stuff

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

I'm peepin', and I'm creepin', and I'm creep-in
But I damn near got caught, 'cause my kept beepin'
Now it's for me to make my impression felt
So sit back, relax, and strap on your
You never been on a like this before
With a producer who can rap and control the
At the same time with the dope that I kick
You know, and I know, I flow some ol' funky
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 Snoop came to do

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

Fallin' back on that ass, with a gangsta lean
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 time to wreck a mic
hoes and clockin' a grip like my name was Dolomite
Yeah, and it quit
I think they in the mood for some 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 be bumpin' (City of Compton!)

It's it takes place, so when asked, yo' attention
Mobbin' like a motherfucker, but I lynchin'
Droppin' the shit that's makin' the sucker 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' 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 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 don't
I you I'm just like a clock when I tick and I tock
But I'm never off, always on, to the break of
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 and like this and like that and uh
It's like
And who gives a fuck about
So chill, 'til the next episode