Luyện nghe bài hát Pearly Gates

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 with the flow I'm good
Shit, I talk 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 been along time comin' I done my dues
Now every I turn around it's like I'm back in the news

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

Poppin' shit to my about how my gat pop
Got rid of that chrome thing and got a black glock
P ninety ten but I had six shots
I used to walk around it and risk gettin' knocked

I bought a box of bullets from Old Man Sam
Wanted to shoot a nigga so bad it was itchin' my
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 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

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

Now if you a good look and look into my face
And if they even 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 want mines ate

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

thought then from that, I learned my lesson
And my act up and go straight to perfection
Uncle La got knocked the feds hit it with
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 askin' God what the fuck is my purpose
You go to heaven, I'm foul but put a good word in

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

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 special with the flow I'm
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 his only son, I'm a see him when I see him
And when I see him, I'm a beat him a movie

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

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

My bullets shank you, and when my start cuttin'
Ain't gon' save you
In the times, they ain't had to deal with the shit
We within, these 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 flow I'm
Shit, I done talk my way out of the

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