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 an entrance, so back on up
[cuase you we bout had to rip shit up]

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

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

But, uh, to the lecture at hand
Perfection is perfected, so Im a let em
From a gs perspective
And before me dig out a bitch I have ta find a
You never know she could be her man,
And her man, and at the same time burnin her man
Now you know I aint wit that shit,
Aint no good enough to get burnt while Im up in it
Now thats than real-deal holyfield
And now all you and hos know how I feel
Well if its enough to get broke off a proper chunk
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 like 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 for me to make my impression felt
So sit back, relax, and strap on your
You never on a ride like this befo
With a producer who can rap and 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 dont choke
If ya do, ya have no
O what me and my homey dogg came to do

Its like this and like and like this and uh
Its like 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 with a hellified lean
Gettin on the mic like a old batch o collard greens
Its the s, oh yes, the fresh n double o p
D o double g y d o g ya see
Showin much when its time to wreck a mic
Pimpin hos and a grip like my name was dolomite
Yeah, and it quit
I think they in a for some mothafuckin g shit

So dre. up dogg? ]
We give em what dey want [whats that, g? ]
We gotta break em off somethin yeah]
And its gotta be bumpin 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
Im on the mic, its like a cookie, they all crumble
Try to get close, and your get smacked
My mothafuckin homie dogg has my back
Never let me slip, if I slip, then Im slippin
But if I got my nina, then you know Im trippin
And Im a to put the rap down, put the mack down
And if your bitches talk shit, I ta put the smack down
Yeah, and ya stop
I told you Im just like a when I tick and I tock
But Im never off, on, til the break dawn
C o m p t o n, and the city they call long
Puttin the strength
my homey d.o.c., no one can do it better

Like this, and this 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