Luyện nghe bài hát They Might Be Taping

I like this Rock

I don't be slackin in my mackin, I be doin it in a fashion
Makin it happen, speakers slappin, and skatin and Cadillac'n
I be, representin my and pullin up in somethin decent
Used to buy shit off the lot, but now lately I've been
Like the man I've been thinkin, tryin to come up with a plan
How to spend this dope money, buy some houses and land
Tryin to teach you niggaz somethin, tryin to lace you like a
Buy a couple of big Celebrities pimpin it ain't gotta be new
I'm a boss my shit, about the way I carry it
The way I wear my low, the way I sport my toothpick
The way I pop it at a hoe, the way I utilize my
The way I my fuckin blowover over at a relative's house
Beware of yo' surroundings, gotta yo' cronies
Gotta be about allowance, and X out all the phonies
watch out for them folks, gotta watch yo' conversations
Gotta be careful on the cause them folks might be taping

(Aww shit, in pig latin, use the codes)
They might be
(Aww man, you think taping?)
Gotta be careful on the phones cause them folks might be
(Aww shit, they readin lips, your nose)
They might be
(Naw man, you think taping?)
Gotta be on the phones cause them folks might be taping

40 {?} an ounce of space, ain't had time to wash my face
I been in the traffic tryin to get it, I ain't got time to fuckin
My money's short like I'm slippin, I'm tryin to smack it up and it
I'm tryin to turn this dollars into a quarter of a mill' ticket
Some of you suckers be lyin to it, but that ain't the fuckin way
be sellin mo' wolf tickets than fake autographs on eBay
My orangutangs'll growl, with our upside smile
We been doin it for a while, you can check my file
I be fuckin 'em up like man, I be killin 'em off like that
Divin up in them hoes mayne and treatin them hoes rats
Niggaz don't really know that I'm so sincere about this
Niggaz don't really know that I got my name drinkin beer
Do a ear, me and my muskateers
Come through with them choppers, let the lil' steer
I like to dress up in my doctors, my real career
But I'm really packin woppers, pistols rusty Pam Grier

"Taping, taping, taping-taping-taping"
[E-40] They be taping
"Taping, taping, taping-taping-taping"
[E-40] Gotta be careful on the phones them folks might be taping

I wish a motherfucker would, I'm still livin my childhood
My mentality, my frame of mind, all
I'm in the booth with my nine, breakin down a backwood
Sippin on 40, drink cloud nine, try to get it while it's
In the heart of the soil, in the middle of the paint, where it
Where we park our on the grass, sell hop and push crank
Where the dopefiends dig in our tracks and siphon gas our tanks
Where the biggest in the church call themselves saints
I don't gossip bitches I mind my own fuckin business
Dig yaper good money cause that sucker shit nutritious
I don't be no bridges I'm a loyalist 'bout my riches
Gumbo boil, good with the skillet like a chemist
Steady long like a weave, cooler than antifreeze
Bust you in the toe like Murphy did DeLouise
Act you know what I represent, bitch please
That milk section 8 and that government cheese, hoe!

[Outro - as Interlude]