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 make an entrance, so on up
('Cause you know about to rip up)
the microphone first, so I can bust like a bubble
Compton and Long together, now you know you in trouble
Ain't but a "G" thing, baby!
Two out niggas so we're crazy!
Row is the label that pays me!
Unfadeable, so please try to fade this (Hell yeah)
But uh, back to the lecture at
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 could be 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 realer than Holyfield
And now you hooka's and ho's know how I
Well if it's good enough to get broke off a proper
I'll take a small piece of of that funky stuff

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Dre, creep to the mic like a

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 time for me to make my impression
So sit back, relax, and on your 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 I kick
You know, and I know, I flow ol' funky shit
To add to my collection, the
dope, take a toke, but don't choke
If you do, you'll have no
On what me and my homey Dogg came to do

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like this
And who gives a fuck hoes?
So just chill, til the next

Fallin' back on that ass, with a gangsta lean
Gettin' funky on the mic a ol' batcha' collard greens
It's the capital S, oh yes I'm fresh, N P
D O Y, D O double-G, ya see
much flex 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 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 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 shit that's makin' the sucker niggas mumble
When I'm on the mic, it's like a cookie, they all
Try to get close, and your 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, you know I'm straight trippin'
And I'ma to put the rap down, put the mack down
And if yo bitches talk shit, I'll have to put the smack
Yeah, and you stop
I you I'm just like a clock when 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 Long Beach
Puttin' the together
my nigga D.O.C., "No One Can Do It Better"

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