Luyện nghe bài hát Pearly Gates

Homey, if I go to Hell and you it to Heaven
get me to the gate, and I'll talk my way in
Got a gift, I'm special with the flow I'm
Shit, I done talk my way out of the

Now if you followed my footsteps and walked through my
You wouldn't go against me you know you would lose
been along time comin' I done paid my dues
Now every time I around it's like I'm back in the news

I know alot of niggaz want me wearin' cement
And Uncle Tom niggaz wanna see me up to
the same time KRS was writin' Black Cop
I was busy tryin' to cracks in the black blocks

Poppin' to my homeys about how my gat pop
Got rid of that chrome thing and got back a glock
P hold ten but I had six shots
I used to walk with it and risk gettin' knocked

I bought a fresh box of from Old Man Sam
Wanted to shoot a nigga so bad it was itchin' my
shot it out with me, and some of them ran
And some of dashed were good and some of them jammed

Homey, if I go to Hell and you it to Heaven
get me to the gate, and I'll talk my way in
Got a gift, I'm with the flow I'm good
Shit, I done talk my way out of the

Homey, if I go to Hell and you it to Heaven
get me to the gate, and I'll talk my way in
Got a gift, I'm special with the I'm good
Shit, I done my way out of the hood

Now if you take a good and look into my face
And if they wouldn't dare to violate my space
I did so much dirt, I'm tryin' to clean my slate
And ate so many niggaz and now they want mines ate

The bark when I walk and since the souls I took
pray for me with her right hand on the good book
Saw shots fly by me, no, I shouldn't been
The Pulp Fiction must have been divine intervention

Wouldn't then from that, I learned my lesson
And clean my act up and go to perfection
Uncle La got knocked the hit it with seven
And left me the fifty cal and a mac eleven

Start everything from everything from heads to the
And had the hood damn near wanted to mirk us
myself askin' God what the fuck is my purpose
You go to heaven, know I'm foul but put a good in

Homey, if I go to and you make it to Heaven
Just get me to the gate, and I'll my way in
Got a gift, I'm with the flow I'm good
Shit, I done my way out of the hood

Homey, if I go to Hell and you it to Heaven
get me to the gate, and I'll talk my way in
Got a gift, I'm special with the flow I'm
Shit, I done my way out of the hood

Now if I go to Hell and you make it to the pearly gates
the boss man we got beef
And tell his son, I'm a see him when I see him
And when I see him, I'm a beat him like a

For leavin' us out to dry on straight
For not me no signs they watchin' over me
Yo! We a new in two thousand six
We don't give a fuck about that bullshit

Nigga show me the cash at
The nice whips the three car garage to fit them shits
Man my life is painful, to angels
I'm prayin' to myself hopin', I ain't got to you

My bullets you, and when my guns start cuttin'
Ain't nobody save you
In the bible times, they ain't had to deal with the
We dealin' within, these survival

Homey, if I go to Hell and you it to Heaven
Just get me to the gate, and talk my way in
Got a gift, I'm special with the I'm good
Shit, I done my way out of the hood

Homey, if I go to and you make it to Heaven
get me to the gate, and I'll talk my way in
Got a gift, I'm with the flow I'm good
Shit, I done my way out of the hood