Luyện nghe bài hát Pearly Gates

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 my way out of the hood

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

thought then from that, I learned my lesson
And clean my act up and go to perfection
Uncle La got the feds hit it with seven
And left me with the cal and a mac eleven

Start everything everything from heads to the worries
And had half the damn near wanted to mirk us
myself askin' God what the fuck 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
get me to the gate, and I'll talk my way in
Got a gift, I'm special the flow 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 I'm good
Shit, I done talk my way out of the

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

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

Nigga me where the cash at
The nice whips with the three car 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 shank you, and when my guns cuttin'
Ain't nobody save you
In the bible times, they ain't had to with the shit
We dealin' within, survival times

Homey, if I go to Hell and you make it to
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 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 talk my way out of the hood