Luyện nghe bài hát Muthin' But A G Thang

One, two, and to the fo
Snoop doggy and dr. dre are at the do
to make an entrance, so back on up
[cuase you know we bout had to rip up]

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

nothin but a g thang, baaaaabay!
Two loced out gs so craaaaazay!
Death row is the 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 young gs
And before me dig out a bitch I have ta a contraceptive
You never she could be earnin her man,
And learnin her man, and at the time burnin her man
Now you know I aint wit that shit,
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
Well if its good enough to get 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 like this and like 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, my beeper kept beepin
Now its time for me to make my impression
So sit back, relax, and on your seatbelt
You never on a ride like 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 some ol funky shit
To add to my collection, the
dope, take a toke, but dont choke
If ya do, ya have no
O what me and my 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 this, and we aint 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 like a old batch o greens
Its the capital s, oh yes, the 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 clockin a grip like my was dolomite
Yeah, and it dont
I think in a mood for some mothafuckin g shit

So dre. [what up ]
We give em what 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 a mothafucka but I aint lynchin
the funky shit thats makin the sucka niggaz mumble
When Im on the mic, its 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 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 tick and I
But Im never off, always on, til the dawn
C o m p t o n, and the city they call long
the strength together
Like my d.o.c., no one can do it better

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