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 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 paid my dues
Now every I turn around it's like I'm back in the news

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

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

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

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

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 talk my way out of the

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

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

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

Start from everything from 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 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 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 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 his only son, I'm a see him when I see him
And when I see him, I'm a him like a movie

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

show me where the cash at
The nice whips with the three car garage to fit them
Man my life is painful, pray to
I'm prayin' to myself hopin', I got to spank 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 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 special with the flow I'm
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 talk my way out of the hood