Luyện nghe bài hát They Might Be Taping

I like Rick Rock

I be slackin in my mackin, I be doin it in a player fashion
it happen, speakers slappin, scootin and skatin and Cadillac'n
I be, my region and pullin up in somethin decent
Used to buy shit off the lot, but now lately I've leasin
the white man I've been thinkin, tryin to come up with a plan
How to this dope money, buy some houses and some land
to teach you niggaz somethin, tryin to lace you like a shoe
Buy a couple of big pimpin it ain't gotta be brand new
I'm a boss about my shit, 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 my mouth
The way I keep my fuckin blowover over at a house
of yo' surroundings, gotta handpick yo' cronies
Gotta be about allowance, and X out all the phonies
Gotta watch out for folks, gotta watch yo' conversations
Gotta be on the phones cause them folks might be taping

(Aww shit, in pig latin, use the codes)
They be taping
(Aww man, you think taping?)
Gotta be on the phones cause them folks might be taping
(Aww shit, readin lips, cover 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 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 this thousand dollars into a quarter of a mill' ticket
Some of you suckers be lyin to kick it, but ain't the fuckin way
Niggaz be sellin mo' wolf tickets than fake autographs on
My orangutangs'll growl, with our down 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 like
Divin up in them mayne and treatin them hoes like rats
Niggaz don't really know that I'm so sincere about this
Niggaz don't really know that I got my from drinkin beer
Do a cauliflowered ear, me and my
Come through them choppers, let the lil' homey steer
I like to dress up in my doctors, camouflage my real
But I'm packin woppers, pistols rusty like Pam Grier

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

I wish a motherfucker would, I'm livin my second childhood
My mentality, my of mind, all hood
I'm in the local 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 from our
Where the biggest hypocrites in the call themselves saints
I don't gossip like bitches I mind my own business
Dig yaper good money that sucker 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 female weave, cooler antifreeze
Bust you in the toe like Eddie Murphy did
Act like you what I represent, bitch please
That powdered section 8 and that government cheese, hoe!

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