Luyện nghe bài hát Muthin' But A G Thang

One, two, and to the fo
Snoop dogg and dr. dre are at the do
Ready to an entrance, so back on up
you know we bout had to rip shit up]

Gimme the microphone first, so I can like a bubble
Compton and long beach together, now you you in trouble

nothin but a g thang, baaaaabay!
Two loced out gs so craaaaazay!
row is the label that paaaaays me!
Unfadable, so dont try to fade this [hell yeah]

But, uh, to the lecture at hand
is perfected, so Im a let em understand
From a young gs
And before me dig out a bitch I 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 aint wit that shit,
Aint no pussy enough to get burnt while Im up in it
Now realer than real-deal holyfield
And now all you and hos know how I feel
Well if its good enough to get broke off a proper
Ill take a small piece of some of that funky

Its like this and that and like this and uh
Its like that and like this and like and uh
Its this and like that and like this and uh
Dre, creep to the mic a phantom

Dr

Im peepin, and Im creepin, and Im creep-in
But I damn near got caught, my beeper kept beepin
Now its time for me to my impression felt
So sit back, relax, and strap on seatbelt
You never on a ride like this befo
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
dope, take a toke, but dont choke
If ya do, ya no clue
O me and my homey snoop dogg came to do

Its like this and like that and this and uh
Its like and like this and like that and uh
Its like this, and we aint got no for those
So jus chill, til the next

Fallin back on that ass a hellified gangsta lean
Gettin funky on the mic like a old o collard greens
Its the capital s, oh yes, the n double o p
D o double g y d o g ya see
Showin much flex when its time to a mic
Pimpin hos and clockin a grip like my was dolomite
Yeah, and it dont
I think they in a mood for mothafuckin g shit

So dre. [what up ]
We gotta give em what dey want that, g? ]
We gotta em off somethin [hell yeah]
And its gotta be [city of compton!]

Its where it takes so Im a ask your attention
Mobbin a mothafucka but I aint lynchin
Droppin the funky thats makin the sucka niggaz mumble
When Im on the mic, its like a cookie, all crumble
Try to get close, and your get smacked
My homie doggy dogg has my back
Never let me slip, if I slip, then Im slippin
But if I got my nina, you know Im straight trippin
And Im a continue to put the rap down, put the down
And if your bitches talk shit, I have ta put the smack
Yeah, and ya dont
I told you Im just like a clock when I tick and I
But Im never off, always on, til the break
C o m p t o n, and the city call long beach
the strength together
Like my homey d.o.c., no one can do it

Like this, and this and uh
Its like that and like this and that and uh
Its this, and we aint got no love for those
So jus chill, til the next