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 about to rip shit up)
Gimme the microphone first, so I can bust like a
Compton and Long Beach together, now you you in trouble
Ain't but a "G" thing, baby!
Two loc'ed out so we're crazy!
Row is the label that pays me!
Unfadeable, so please don't try to fade (Hell yeah)
But uh, back to the lecture at
Perfection is perfected, so let 'em understand
From a young G's
And before me dig out a bitch I have ta' find a
You never she could be earnin' her man
And learnin' her man, and at the same time her man
Now you know I ain't that shit, Lieutenant
Ain't no good 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 enough to get broke off a proper chunk
I'll take a small piece of some of that funky

It's like this and like and like this and uh
It's like that and like this and 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 got caught, 'cause my beeper kept beepin'
Now it's time for me to my impression felt
So sit back, relax, and strap on seatbelt
You never been on a ride like this
a producer 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 choke
If you do, you'll no clue
On what me and my homey Snoop Dogg to do

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

back on that ass, with a hellified gangsta lean
Gettin' funky on the mic like a ol' batcha' 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 when it's time to wreck a mic
Pimpin' hoes and clockin' a grip like my was Dolomite
Yeah, and it don't
I think they in the mood for motherfuckin' G shit
(Hell yeah) So Dre, (What up Dog?)
give 'em what they want (What's that, G?)
We gotta break 'em off (Hell yeah)
And gotta be bumpin' (City of Compton!)

where it takes place, so when asked, yo' attention
Mobbin' a motherfucker, but I ain't lynchin'
Droppin' the funky shit that's makin' the niggas mumble
I'm on the mic, it's like a cookie, they all crumble
Try to get close, and ass'll get smacked
My motherfuckin' homie Doggy has got my back
Never let me slip, if I slip, then 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 bitches talk shit, 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, always on, to the break of
C-O-M-P-T-O-N, and the city call Long Beach
the shit together
Like my D.O.C., "No One Can Do It Better"

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