Luyện nghe bài hát Muthin' But A G Thang

One, two, and to the fo
doggy dogg and dr. dre are at the do
Ready to make an entrance, so on up
[cuase you know we had to rip shit up]

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

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

But, uh, back to the at hand
Perfection is perfected, so Im a let em
From a young gs
And before me dig out a bitch I have ta find a
You know she could be earnin her man,
And learnin her man, and at the same burnin her man
Now you I aint wit that shit, lieutenant
Aint no pussy good enough to get while Im up in it
Now thats realer real-deal holyfield
And now all you hookas and hos know how I
Well if its good enough to get off a proper chunk
Ill take a piece of some of that funky stuff

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

Dr

Im peepin, and Im creepin, and Im creep-in
But I damn near got caught, cause my kept beepin
Now its time for me to make my felt
So sit back, relax, and strap on seatbelt
You never on a ride like this befo
With a producer who can rap and the maestro
At the same time with the dope rhyme I kick
You know, and I know, I flow some ol shit
To add to my collection, the
dope, take a toke, but dont choke
If ya do, ya have no
O what me and my homey snoop came to do

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

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

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

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

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