Luyện nghe bài hát Nuthin But A G Thang

1, 2, 3 and to the 4
Snoop Dogg and Dr. Dre is at the door
Ready to make an entrance so on up
(Cause you know about to rip shit up)
Give me the microphone first so I can bust like a
Compton and Long Beach together: now you you in trouble
Ain't nothing but a G thang,
Two out niggas so we're crazy
Death Row is the that pays me
Unfadeable, so don't try to fade this
But um, back to the at hand
Perfection is perfected, so I'mma let em
From a young G's
And before me dig out a I have to find a contraceptive
You know, she could be earning her man
And learning her man -- and at the same burning her man
Now you know I with that shit, Lieutenant
Ain't no pussy good enough to get burnt I'm up in it
(Yeah) and that's realer "Real-Deal" Holyfield
And now you and hoes know how I feel
Well, if it's enough to get broke off a proper chunk
I'll take a piece of some of that funky stuff

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

I'm peeping and I'm creeping and I'm creep-in
But I near got caught, cause my beeper kept beepin'
Now it's time for me to make my felt
So sit back, relax, and strap on your seat
You never been on a ride this before
a producer who can rap and control the maestro
At the same time the dope rhyme that I kick
You know and I know: I flow some old shit
To add to my collection, the
Symbolizes dope: a toke but don't 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 that and like this and like that and uh
It's this and like that and like this and uh

And who a fuck about those?
So just chill, til the episode

back on that ass, with a hellafied gangsta lean
Getting funky on the mic like a old of collard greens
It's the S, oh yes I'm fresh, N double-O P
D O Y, D O double-G, ya see
Showing much flex it's time to wreck a mic
Pimping hoes and clocking a like my name was Dolomite
Yeah, and it quit
I think they in the mood for motherfuckin' G shit
(Hell yeah!) So Dre (Whattup Dogg?)
Gotta them what they want (What's that, G?)
We break em off something (Hell yeah!)
And it's gotta be (City of Compton!)

Is where it takes place so, asked, your attention
Mobbing like a motherfucker but I ain't
Dropping the funky shit that's the sucker niggas mumble
When I'm on the mic, it's a cookie: they all crumble
Try to get close, and your ass'll get
My motherfucking homie Doggy Dogg has got my
Never let me slip, cause if I slip, then I'm
But if I got my Nina then you I'm straight trippin
And I'mma continue to put the rap down, put the down
And if you bitches talk shit, have to put the smack down
Yeah, and you don't
I told you I'm just 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 call Long Beach
Putting the shit
my nigga D.O.C., "No One Can Do it Better"