Luyện nghe bài hát Muthin' But A G Thang

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

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

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

But, uh, back to the lecture at
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 never know she be earnin her man,
And her man, and at the same time burnin her man
Now you know I aint wit that shit,
Aint no pussy good enough to get burnt Im up in it
Now thats realer than holyfield
And now all you hookas and hos know how I
Well if its good to get broke off a proper chunk
Ill take a small piece of of that funky stuff

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

Dr

Well Im peepin, and Im creepin, and Im
But I damn near got caught, cause my beeper beepin
Now its for me to make my impression felt
So sit back, relax, and on your seatbelt
You never been on a like this befo
a producer who can rap and control the maestro
At the same with the dope rhyme that I kick
You know, and I know, I flow some ol funky
To add to my collection, the
dope, take a toke, but dont choke
If ya do, ya have no
O me and my homey snoop dogg came to do

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

Fallin back on that ass a hellified gangsta lean
Gettin funky on the mic 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 much flex when its to wreck a mic
hos and clockin a grip like my name 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 break em off somethin [hell yeah]
And its be bumpin [city of compton!]

Its it takes place so Im a ask your attention
Mobbin a mothafucka but I aint lynchin
Droppin the funky shit thats the sucka niggaz mumble
When Im on the mic, its a cookie, they all crumble
Try to get close, and your get smacked
My homie doggy dogg has my back
Never let me slip, cause if I slip, then Im
But if I got my nina, then you 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 when I tick and I tock
But Im never off, always on, til the dawn
C o m p t o n, and the they call long beach
Puttin the together
Like my homey d.o.c., no one can do it

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