Luyện nghe bài hát They Might Be Taping

I like this Rick

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

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

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 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 this thousand into a quarter of a mill' ticket
Some of you suckers be lyin to kick it, but that ain't the way
Niggaz be sellin mo' wolf tickets than 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
Divin up in them hoes mayne and treatin them hoes rats
Niggaz don't really know that I'm so sincere about here
Niggaz don't really know that I got my name from beer
Do a ear, me and my muskateers
Come through them choppers, let the lil' homey 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 might be
"Taping, taping, taping-taping-taping"
[E-40] Gotta be on the phones cause them folks might be taping

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

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