Luyện nghe bài hát Behind Gates

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

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

I gotta say shit 'fore we start the single
I'm sick of bitin' 40 lingo
time I see yo' bitch ass you got a jingle
And you ain't shit, got it from my people

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

Dip ridin' them itty bitty ass wheels
In the town like you might see on shoppin'
If I ridin' mustard or mayonnaise zinas [unverified]
And bowed toes, [unverified] low on
Then, I'm bluffin', I'm less than nothin', a constipated

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

Behind gates, heaven or hell, 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

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

Now, I might a different language but I'm not Scottish
Got more homies in jail, I do in college
I'm a cold of [unverified] slide through the park
And back every fifteen minutes in a different car

On the strength of flamboastin'
Smokin'
(Burners)
Finger on my in this concrete habitat
(Thumper)
know when you just might have to, put a head on flat

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

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

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

Let me you, broke niggaz can't 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

you over, it's over, nigga, can't be sober
Rollin' through this fool nice to know ya
Fakin' like you got the bacon, that tickin' ass Rolex
A nigga blast the soul reflects

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

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

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

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