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 know we had to rip shit up]

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

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

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

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

Dr

Im peepin, and Im creepin, and Im creep-in
But I damn got caught, cause 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 flow ol funky shit
To add to my collection, the
Symbolizes dope, take a toke, but dont
If ya do, ya have no
O what me and my homey snoop dogg 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 episode

Fallin back on that ass with a gangsta lean
funky on the mic like 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 grip my name was dolomite
Yeah, and it quit
I they in a mood for some mothafuckin g shit

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

Its where it takes 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 like a cookie, they all
Try to get close, and your get smacked
My mothafuckin doggy dogg has my back
let me slip, cause if I slip, then Im slippin
But if I got my nina, then you know Im trippin
And Im a continue to put the rap down, put the mack
And if your bitches talk shit, I have ta put the smack
Yeah, and ya dont
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 long
Puttin the together
Like my homey d.o.c., no one can do it

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