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 make an entrance, so on up
('Cause you know to rip shit up)
Gimme the microphone first, so I can like a bubble
Compton and Long Beach together, now you know you in
nothin' but a "G" thing, baby!
Two loc'ed out niggas so crazy!
Death Row is the label that me!
Unfadeable, so please don't try to fade (Hell yeah)
But uh, back to the at hand
Perfection is perfected, so I'ma let 'em
a young G's perspective
And before me dig out a I have ta' find a contraceptive
You never know she could be her man
And learnin' her man, and at the time burnin' 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 than Real-Deal
And now you hooka's and ho's how I feel
Well if good enough to get broke off a proper chunk
take a small piece of some of that funky stuff

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Dre, creep to the mic like a

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 my impression felt
So sit back, relax, and strap on seatbelt
You never been on a like this before
With a who can rap and control the maestro
At the same time the dope rhyme that I kick
You know, and I know, I some ol' funky shit
To add to my collection, the
Symbolizes dope, a toke, but don't choke
If you do, you'll have no
On what me and my homey Snoop Dogg to do

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

Fallin' back on that ass, with a 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 to wreck a mic
Pimpin' hoes and clockin' a like my name was Dolomite
Yeah, and it quit
I think in the mood for some motherfuckin' G shit
(Hell yeah) So Dre, (What up Dog?)
Gotta give 'em what want (What's that, G?)
We break 'em off somethin' (Hell yeah)
And it's gotta be (City of Compton!)

where it takes place, so when asked, yo' attention
Mobbin' like a motherfucker, but I ain't
Droppin' the funky shit that's makin' the sucker mumble
When I'm on the mic, it's a cookie, they all crumble
Try to get close, and your get smacked
My motherfuckin' homie Doggy has got my back
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'ma continue to put the rap down, put the down
And if yo bitches talk shit, I'll have to put the smack
Yeah, and you don't
I told you I'm just like a clock when I 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 Long
the shit together
Like my D.O.C., "No One Can Do It Better"

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