Luyện nghe bài hát Behind Gates

Say Earl, let's get it crack a latin in bitch
Uh, nigga, nigga, y'know,
(Y'know)
Uh, Ice Cube and E-40 up in 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 motherfuckers 40 lingo
Every time I see yo' ass you got a jingle
And you ain't wrote shit, got it my people

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

Dip ridin' them itty bitty ass wheels
In the town like you might see on carts
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

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

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

Now, I might a different language but I'm not Scottish
Got more homies in jail, than I do in
I'm a cold piece of slide through the park
And come every fifteen minutes in a different car

On the strength of flamboastin'
burners
(Burners)
Finger on my thumper in this 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, ours, in about, ten hours
Comin' that mob ass shit, it's a hit bitch

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

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

Let me tell you, broke niggaz offend me
Evidently, yo' Bentley musta "rent me"
I see you rollin', stolen, L.A.P.D.
Is actin' just like me, they can't what they see

Pull you over, over, nigga, can't be sober
through this neighborhood fool nice to know ya
Fakin' like you got the bacon, with that tickin' ass
A nigga 'til the soul reflects

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

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

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

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