Luyện nghe bài hát They Might Be Taping

I this Rick Rock

I don't be slackin in my mackin, I be it in a player fashion
Makin it happen, speakers slappin, and skatin and Cadillac'n
I be, representin my region and pullin up in decent
Used to buy shit off the lot, but now I've been leasin
Like the white man I've thinkin, tryin to come up with a plan
How to spend this dope money, buy some houses and some
to teach you niggaz somethin, tryin to lace you like a shoe
Buy a couple of big Celebrities it ain't gotta 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
Beware of yo' surroundings, gotta yo' cronies
be about your allowance, and X out all the phonies
Gotta watch out for folks, gotta watch yo' conversations
be careful on the phones 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 might be taping
(Aww shit, they readin lips, your nose)
might be taping
(Naw man, you they taping?)
Gotta be careful on the phones them folks might be taping

40 {?} an ounce of space, ain't even had time to wash my
I been in the traffic tryin to get it, I ain't got to fuckin waste
My money's short like I'm slippin, I'm tryin to smack it up and it
I'm tryin to turn this thousand dollars a quarter of a mill' ticket
Some of you suckers be to kick it, but that ain't the fuckin way
Niggaz be sellin mo' wolf tickets than autographs on eBay
My orangutangs'll growl, with our upside down
We been doin it for a while, you can check my d-boy
I be fuckin 'em up like man, I be killin 'em off like that
Divin up in 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 that I got my name drinkin beer
Do a cauliflowered ear, me and my
through with them choppers, let the lil' homey steer
I like to dress up in my doctors, camouflage my real
But I'm really packin woppers, rusty like 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 a motherfucker would, I'm still livin my second childhood
My mentality, my frame of mind, all
I'm in the local booth with my nine, breakin a backwood
Sippin on 40, cloud 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 dopefiends dig in our tracks and gas from our tanks
Where the biggest hypocrites in the church themselves saints
I don't gossip bitches I mind my own fuckin business
Dig yaper good money cause that shit ain't nutritious
I don't be burnin no I'm a loyalist 'bout my riches
pots boil, good with the skillet like a chemist
Steady long like a weave, cooler than antifreeze
Bust you in the toe like Eddie Murphy did
Act like you know I represent, bitch please
That powdered milk section 8 and government cheese, hoe!

[Outro - as Interlude]