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 know about to rip 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 so we're crazy!
Death Row is the that pays me!
Unfadeable, so don't try to fade this (Hell yeah)
But uh, back to the at hand
Perfection is perfected, so I'ma let 'em
a young G's perspective
And me dig out a bitch I have ta' find a contraceptive
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 pussy good enough to get while I'm up in it
(Yeah) And that's realer than Holyfield
And now you hooka's and ho's know how I
Well if it's good to get broke off a proper chunk
I'll take a small piece of some of that funky

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Dre, to the mic like a phantom

Well I'm peepin', and I'm creepin', and I'm
But I damn near got caught, my beeper kept beepin'
Now it's time for me to make my felt
So sit back, relax, and strap on your
You never on a ride 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 some ol' funky shit
To add to my collection, the
Symbolizes dope, take a toke, but choke
If you do, you'll have no
On what me and my Snoop Dogg came to do

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

Fallin' back on that ass, a hellified gangsta lean
Gettin' funky on the mic like a ol' collard greens
the capital 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
hoes and clockin' a grip like my name was Dolomite
Yeah, and it don't
I think they in the for some motherfuckin' G shit
(Hell yeah) So Dre, (What up Dog?)
Gotta 'em what they 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'
Droppin' the 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 ass'll get smacked
My motherfuckin' homie Doggy Dogg has got my
let me slip, 'cause if I slip, then I'm slippin'
But if I got my Nina, then you I'm straight trippin'
And continue to put the rap down, put the mack down
And if yo bitches shit, I'll have to put the smack down
Yeah, and you don't
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 call Beach
Puttin' the shit
my nigga D.O.C., "No One Can Do It Better"

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