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 up in this motherfucker
(Ice and E-40)

For those that 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 bitin' 40
time I see yo' bitch ass you got a jingle
And you ain't wrote shit, got it from my

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

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

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

Behind gates, heaven or hell, mansion or
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

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

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

On the strength of purposes
burners
(Burners)
Finger on my thumper in this concrete
(Thumper)
Never know when you just 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
with that mob ass shit, it's a hit bitch

Broke bitch, turn into a rich
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, mansion or
it real, two niggaz from the hood makin' mill's
Behind gates, heaven or hell, or jail
Was to have somethin' pimpin', be about your mail

Let me tell you, broke niggaz can't 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, it's over, nigga, can't be
Rollin' through this neighborhood fool nice to ya
Fakin' like you got the bacon, with tickin' ass Rolex
A nigga blast the soul reflects

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

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

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