Luyện nghe bài hát They Might Be Taping

I like this Rick

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

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

40 {?} an of space, ain't even 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 like I'm slippin, I'm tryin to smack it up and flip it
I'm tryin to turn thousand dollars into a quarter of a mill' ticket
Some of you suckers be lyin to kick it, but ain't the fuckin way
be sellin mo' wolf tickets than fake autographs on eBay
My growl, with our upside down smile
We been doin it for a while, you can check my file
I be fuckin 'em up this man, I be killin 'em off like that
up in them hoes mayne and treatin them hoes like rats
Niggaz don't really know I'm so sincere about this here
Niggaz don't really know I got my name from drinkin beer
Do a cauliflowered ear, me and my
Come with them choppers, let the lil' homey steer
I like to up in my doctors, camouflage my real career
But I'm really packin woppers, rusty like Pam Grier

"Taping, taping, taping-taping-taping"
[E-40] They might be
"Taping, taping, taping-taping-taping"
[E-40] be careful on the phones cause 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 local booth with my nine, breakin a backwood
Sippin on 40, drink nine, try to get it while it's good
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 dig in our tracks and siphon gas from our tanks
Where the biggest hypocrites in the church call saints
I gossip like bitches I mind my own fuckin business
Dig yaper good money cause that sucker shit nutritious
I be burnin no bridges I'm a loyalist 'bout my riches
Gumbo pots boil, good with the like a chemist
Steady long like a female weave, than antifreeze
Bust you in the toe like Murphy did DeLouise
Act like you know what I represent, bitch
That powdered milk section 8 and that cheese, hoe!

[Outro - as Interlude]