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 bust a bubble
Compton and beach together, now you know you in trouble

Aint but a g thang, baaaaabay!
Two out gs so were craaaaazay!
row is the label that paaaaays 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 me dig out a bitch I have ta find a contraceptive
You never she could be earnin her man,
And learnin her man, and at the same burnin her man
Now you know I aint wit shit, lieutenant
Aint no pussy good enough to get 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 this 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 this and uh
Dre, creep to the mic like a

Dr

Im peepin, and Im creepin, and Im creep-in
But I damn near got caught, cause my kept beepin
Now its time for me to make my felt
So sit back, relax, and on your seatbelt
You never been on a ride this befo
With a producer who can rap and the maestro
At the time with the dope rhyme that 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 like this and like that and 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 hellified gangsta
Gettin on the mic like a old batch o collard greens
Its the capital s, oh yes, the fresh n o p
D o double g y d o g ya see
Showin much flex when its time to 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 what dey [whats that, g? ]
We gotta break em off somethin [hell
And its gotta be [city of compton!]

Its where it place so Im a ask your attention
like a mothafucka but I aint lynchin
Droppin the funky shit makin 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, cause if I slip, Im slippin
But if I got my nina, you know Im straight trippin
And Im a to put the rap down, put the mack down
And if bitches talk shit, I have ta put the smack down
Yeah, and ya dont
I you Im just like a clock when I tick 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
the strength together
Like my d.o.c., no one can do it better

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 episode