Luyện nghe bài hát They Might Be Taping

I like this Rick

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

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

40 {?} an ounce of space, ain't even had to wash my face
I in the traffic tryin to get it, I ain't got time to fuckin waste
My short like I'm slippin, I'm tryin to smack it up and flip it
I'm tryin to turn this thousand dollars into a quarter of a ticket
Some of you suckers be lyin to kick it, but that the fuckin way
Niggaz be sellin mo' wolf tickets than fake autographs on
My orangutangs'll growl, with our upside smile
We been doin it for a while, you can check my d-boy
I be fuckin 'em up like this man, I be killin 'em off that
up in them hoes mayne and treatin them hoes like rats
Niggaz don't know that I'm so sincere about this here
Niggaz really know that I got my name from drinkin beer
Do a cauliflowered ear, me and my
Come through with them choppers, let the homey steer
I like to dress up in my doctors, camouflage my real
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 cause folks might be taping

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

[Outro - as Interlude]