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 motherfucker
(Ice and E-40)

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

I gotta say shit 'fore we start the single
I'm sick of motherfuckers bitin' 40
Every time I see yo' 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
dub, no "California Love," California slugs
From California bloods, and Calfironia

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

fartin', but I'm really supposed to be, shittin' on fools
Peep, Ice Cube and E-40 a track together
That's heat, players it get no better than this pimpin'
That's heat two of the grizzliest and Godzilla ass niggaz
To touch the mic
(Touch the mic)

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

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

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

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

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

Broke bitch, turn a rich bitch
Every bitch 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
Keepin' it real, two niggaz from the hood mill's
gates, heaven or hell, mansion or jail
Was destined to have somethin' pimpin', be 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 just like me, they can't believe what they see

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

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

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

Behind gates, or hell, mansion or jail
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

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