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 know about to rip up)
Gimme the microphone first, so I can bust like a
Compton and Long Beach together, now you you in trouble
nothin' but a "G" thing, baby!
Two loc'ed out niggas so 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
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 learnin' her man, and at the same burnin' her man
Now you know I ain't that shit, Lieutenant
Ain't no pussy good enough to get burnt I'm up in it
(Yeah) And realer than Real-Deal Holyfield
And now you hooka's and ho's how I feel
if it's good enough to get broke off a proper chunk
I'll take a small piece of of that funky stuff

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Dre, to the mic like a phantom

Well I'm peepin', and I'm creepin', and I'm
But I near got caught, 'cause my beeper kept beepin'
Now time for me to make my impression felt
So sit back, relax, and on your seatbelt
You never on a ride like this before
With a producer who can rap and the maestro
At the same time with the dope that I kick
You know, and I know, I flow some ol' 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 Snoop Dogg came to do

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And who gives a fuck about
So just chill, til the next

back on that ass, with a hellified gangsta lean
Gettin' funky on the mic like a ol' batcha' collard
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 it's time to a mic
Pimpin' hoes and clockin' a like my name was Dolomite
Yeah, and it don't
I think they in the mood for some G shit
(Hell yeah) So Dre, (What up Dog?)
Gotta give 'em they want (What's that, G?)
We gotta 'em off somethin' (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 funky shit that's makin' the sucker mumble
When I'm on the mic, like a cookie, they all crumble
Try to get close, and your get smacked
My homie 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 know I'm straight
And I'ma continue to put the rap down, put the mack
And if yo bitches talk shit, I'll have to put the smack
Yeah, and you stop
I told you I'm just like a clock 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
Puttin' the shit
Like my D.O.C., "No One Can Do It Better"

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