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 we bout had to rip shit up]

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

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

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

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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 my impression felt
So sit back, relax, and strap on seatbelt
You been on a ride like this befo
With a producer who can rap and control the
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
Symbolizes dope, a toke, but dont choke
If ya do, ya no clue
O what me and my snoop dogg came to do

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

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

So dre. [what up ]
We gotta give em 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 like a mothafucka but I aint
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 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 shit, I have ta put the smack down
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 dawn
C o m p t o n, and the they call long beach
Puttin the strength
Like my d.o.c., no one can do it better

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