Luyện nghe bài hát Muthin' But A G Thang

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

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

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

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

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

Dr

Well Im peepin, and Im creepin, and Im
But I near got caught, cause my beeper kept beepin
Now its time for me to make my impression
So sit back, relax, and on your seatbelt
You never been on a ride like this
With a producer who can rap and the maestro
At the same time with the dope rhyme that I
You know, and I know, I flow ol funky shit
To add to my collection, the
Symbolizes dope, take a toke, but choke
If ya do, ya no clue
O what me and my homey snoop came to do

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

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

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

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

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