Luyện nghe bài hát Behind Gates

Say Earl, let's get it crack a latin in this
Uh, nigga, nigga, y'know,
(Y'know)
Uh, Ice Cube and E-40 up in this
(Ice and E-40)

For those that don't
We do it this,we do it like this
(Like how?, this)

I gotta say some 'fore we start the single
I'm of motherfuckers bitin' 40 lingo
time I see yo' bitch ass you got a jingle
And you wrote shit, got it from my people

Your ego, is evil, negro, fo'rizzo, we go
Get the Desert Eagle, on your Regal
Your dub, no "California Love," slugs
From California bloods, and Calfironia

Dip ridin' little itty bitty ass wheels
In the town like you might see on carts
If I ain't mustard or mayonnaise zinas [unverified]
And bowed toes, low on horse
Then, I'm bluffin', I'm less than nothin', a dude

Constantly fartin', but I'm really to be, shittin' on fools
Peep, Ice Cube and E-40 a track together
That's heat, players it don't get no than this pimpin'
heat two of the most grizzliest and Godzilla ass niggaz
To ever the mic
(Touch the mic)

Behind gates, heaven or hell, or jail
Keepin it real, two niggaz from the hood makin'
Behind gates, heaven or hell, or jail
Was destined to somethin' pimpin', be about your mail

gates, heaven or hell, mansion or jail
Keepin it real, two niggaz from the hood makin'
gates, heaven or hell, mansion or jail
Was destined to have somethin' pimpin', be about your

Now, I talk a different language but I'm not Scottish
Got more homies in jail, than I do in
I'm a cold piece of [unverified] slide through the
And come back every fifteen in a different car

On the strength of purposes
Smokin'
(Burners)
Finger on my thumper in this habitat
(Thumper)
Never know you just might have to, put a head on flat

Our status, is penthouses, yo' ass, is rent
We got, ten houses, can't even, ours
We go, invent ours, in about, ten
with that mob ass shit, it's a hit bitch

Broke bitch, turn into a bitch
Every bitch wanna be a legit bitch
We got big ol', big gates
We got big ol', big gold, plates
(Who is it?)

Behind gates, or hell, mansion or jail
Keepin' it real, two from the hood makin' mill's
Behind gates, or hell, mansion or jail
Was destined to somethin' pimpin', be about your mail

Let me tell you, broke niggaz offend me
Evidently, yo' musta said "rent me"
I see you rollin', stolen, L.A.P.D.
Is actin' just like me, they believe what they see

Pull you over, it's over, nigga, be sober
Rollin' this neighborhood fool nice to know ya
Fakin' like you got the bacon, with that tickin' ass
A blast 'til the soul reflects

My roots grew up tearin' projects, shootin' craps pimpin'
Placin' bets, hair full of naps pimpin'
Bunch of ruffnecks, play the old tracks
Money cars sex, cocaine

girl, wedding dress, in the dope game
Block cleaners, poppin' out of my Ford Excursion
With heaters, poppin' at all of my enemies better
Even though I'm makin' I'm still stuck

Behind gates, heaven or hell, or jail
it real, two niggaz from the hood makin' mill's
Behind gates, heaven or hell, or jail
Was destined to have somethin' pimpin', be about your

Behind gates, or hell, mansion or jail
Keepin it real, two from the hood makin' mill's
Behind gates, heaven or hell, or jail
Was to have somethin' pimpin', be about your mail