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

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

I gotta say some shit 'fore we the single
I'm of motherfuckers bitin' 40 lingo
Every 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 bloods, and Calfironia 'cuz

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

Constantly fartin', but I'm supposed to be, shittin' on fools
Peep, Ice Cube and E-40 a track together
That's heat, players it don't get no better this pimpin'
That's heat two of the most grizzliest and 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 mail

Behind gates, heaven or hell, or jail
Keepin it real, two niggaz from the hood makin'
Behind gates, heaven or hell, mansion or
Was destined to have 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 piece of slide through the park
And come back fifteen minutes in a different car

On the of flamboastin' purposes
burners
(Burners)
Finger on my in this concrete habitat
(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, ours, in about, ten hours
Comin' with that mob ass shit, a hit bitch

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
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 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, can't believe what they see

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

My roots grew up 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, wedding dress, in the game
Block cleaners, poppin' out of my Ford truck
With heaters, at all of my enemies better duck
Even though I'm makin' I'm still stuck

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