Luyện nghe bài hát Behind Gates

Say Earl, get it crack 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 that know
We do it this,we do it like this
(Like how?, this)

I gotta say some shit we start the single
I'm sick of bitin' 40 lingo
time 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, blast on your
dub, no "California Love," California slugs
From California bloods, and Calfironia

Dip ridin' them itty bitty ass wheels
In the town like you might see on 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

Constantly fartin', but I'm really supposed to be, shittin' on
Peep, Ice Cube and E-40 a track together
That's heat, it don't 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, heaven or hell, mansion or
Keepin it real, two niggaz from the makin' mill's
Behind gates, heaven or hell, or jail
Was destined to have somethin' pimpin', be 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 destined to have pimpin', be about your mail

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

On the of flamboastin' purposes
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' with that mob ass shit, it's a hit

Broke bitch, into a rich bitch
Every trick bitch wanna be a legit
We got big ol', big gold
We got big ol', big gold, nickel
(Who is it?)

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

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

Pull you over, it's over, nigga, be sober
Rollin' through this fool nice to know ya
Fakin' you got the bacon, with that tickin' ass Rolex
A nigga blast the soul reflects

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

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

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

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 somethin' pimpin', be about your mail