Luyện nghe bài hát Pearly Gates

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

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

I alot of niggaz want me wearin' cement shoes
And Tom niggaz wanna see me locked up to
Around the same time KRS was Black Cop
I was busy to pump cracks in the black blocks

shit to my homeys about how my gat pop
Got rid of that thing and got back a black glock
P ninety hold ten but I had six
I used to walk around with it and risk knocked

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

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 I'm good
Shit, I done talk my way out of the

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

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

The dogs bark when I and since the souls I took
Moms pray for me her right hand on the good book
Saw shots fly by me, no, I shouldn't trippin'
The Pulp Fiction must have been God's 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 everything from heads to the worries
And had half the hood near wanted 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 and you make 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 talk 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 I'm good
Shit, I done talk my way out of the

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

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

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

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

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