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 know we bout had to rip up]

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

nothin but a g thang, baaaaabay!
Two out gs so were craaaaazay!
Death row is the that 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 young gs
And before me dig out a bitch I ta find a contraceptive
You never she could be earnin her man,
And learnin her man, and at the same time her man
Now you know I aint wit shit, lieutenant
Aint no pussy good enough to get burnt Im up in it
Now realer than real-deal holyfield
And now all you and hos know how I feel
Well if its good enough to get off a proper chunk
Ill take a small piece of some of that stuff

Its like this and like that and this and uh
Its that and like this and like that and uh
Its like this and like that and like and uh
Dre, to the mic like 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 strap on seatbelt
You never been on a ride this befo
With a who can rap and control the maestro
At the time with the dope rhyme that I kick
You know, and I know, I flow ol funky shit
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 like and uh
Its like that and this 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 lean
Gettin funky on the mic a old batch o collard greens
Its the s, oh yes, the fresh n double o p
D o g y d o double g ya see
much flex when its time to wreck a mic
Pimpin hos and clockin a like my name was dolomite
Yeah, and it quit
I think they in a mood for some mothafuckin g

So dre. up dogg? ]
We gotta give em dey want [whats that, g? ]
We gotta break em off [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 shit thats the sucka niggaz mumble
When Im on the mic, its like a cookie, all crumble
Try to get close, and assll get smacked
My homie doggy dogg has my back
Never let me slip, if I slip, then Im slippin
But if I got my nina, then you know Im straight
And Im a to put the rap down, put the mack down
And if your bitches talk shit, I have ta put the smack
Yeah, and ya stop
I told you Im just like a clock when I 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
my homey d.o.c., no one can do it better

Like this, 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 next