Luyện nghe bài hát Pearly Gates

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

Now if you followed my footsteps and through my shoes
You go against me cause you know you would lose
It's been along time comin' I done paid my
Now every time I turn around it's like I'm back in the

I know alot of niggaz want me cement shoes
And Uncle Tom niggaz see me locked up to
Around the same time KRS was writin' Cop
I was busy tryin' to pump in the black blocks

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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 with the flow I'm good
Shit, I done my way out of the hood

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

Now homey if I go to Hell and you make it to the pearly
Tell the 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 showin' me no signs they watchin' me
Yo! We a new in two thousand six
We don't a fuck about that religious bullshit

Nigga me where the cash at
The nice with the three car garage to fit them shits
Man my is painful, pray to angels
I'm to myself hopin', I ain't got to spank you

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

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

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 talk my way out of the