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 up in this motherfucker
(Ice and E-40)

For those don't know
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 40 lingo
Every time I see yo' 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 Desert Eagle, blast on your
dub, no "California Love," California slugs
From bloods, and Calfironia 'cuz

Dip ridin' them little itty bitty ass
In the like you might see on shoppin' carts
If I ain't mustard or mayonnaise zinas [unverified]
And bowed toes, 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 doin' a together
That's heat, players it don't get no 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 from the hood mill's
gates, heaven or hell, mansion or jail
Was destined to have somethin' pimpin', be about mail

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

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

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

Our status, is penthouses, yo' ass, is houses
We got, ten houses, even, spend ours
We go, invent ours, in about, ten
Comin' that mob ass shit, it's a hit bitch

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

Behind gates, heaven or hell, or jail
Keepin' it real, two from the hood makin' mill's
Behind gates, heaven or hell, or jail
Was destined to somethin' pimpin', be about your 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 just like me, they can't believe what they see

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

My roots grew up tearin' projects, players craps pimpin'
Placin' side bets, full of naps pimpin'
Bunch of ruffnecks, play the old 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
Even though I'm makin' tapes I'm stuck

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 pimpin', be about your mail

gates, heaven or hell, mansion 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