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 Cube and up in this motherfucker
(Ice and E-40)

For those that know
We do it like this,we do it this
(Like how?, this)

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

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

Dip ridin' little itty bitty ass wheels
In the town you might 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 constipated

Constantly fartin', but I'm really 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 most and Godzilla 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, heaven or hell, or jail
Was destined to have pimpin', be about your mail

Behind gates, heaven or hell, mansion or
Keepin it real, two from the hood makin' mill's
Behind gates, heaven or hell, mansion or
Was to have somethin' pimpin', be about your 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 of [unverified] slide through the park
And come back every fifteen minutes in a car

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

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

bitch, turn into a rich bitch
Every trick bitch wanna be a bitch
We got big ol', big gates
We got big ol', big gold, nickel
(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 destined to somethin' pimpin', be about your mail

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

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

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

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

Behind gates, heaven or hell, mansion or
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 mail

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