Luyện nghe bài hát They Might Be Taping

I like Rick Rock

I don't be slackin in my mackin, I be doin it in a fashion
Makin it happen, speakers slappin, and skatin and Cadillac'n
I be, representin my and pullin up in somethin decent
Used to buy off the lot, but now lately I've been leasin
Like the white man I've been thinkin, to come up with a plan
How to spend this money, buy some houses and some land
Tryin to teach you niggaz somethin, tryin to lace you like a
Buy a of big Celebrities 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 at a relative's house
of yo' surroundings, gotta handpick yo' cronies
Gotta be about your allowance, and X out all the
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)
might be taping
(Aww man, you think taping?)
Gotta be careful on the cause them folks might be taping
(Aww shit, readin lips, cover your nose)
might be taping
(Naw man, you they taping?)
Gotta be careful on the phones cause them folks be taping

40 {?} an ounce of space, even had time to wash my face
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 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 it, but that ain't the fuckin way
Niggaz be mo' wolf tickets than fake autographs on eBay
My growl, with our upside down smile
We been doin it for a while, you can my d-boy file
I be 'em up like this man, I be killin 'em off like that
Divin up in them hoes mayne and treatin them hoes rats
don't really know that I'm so sincere about this here
Niggaz don't really know that I got my name from drinkin
Do a ear, me and my muskateers
Come through with them choppers, let the homey steer
I like to dress up in my doctors, camouflage my career
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"
Gotta be careful on the phones cause them 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 booth with my nine, breakin down a backwood
on 40, drink cloud nine, try to get it while it's good
In the of the soil, in the middle of the paint, where it ain't
Where we our cars 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 church call themselves
I gossip like bitches I mind my own fuckin business
Dig yaper good money cause that sucker shit ain't
I don't be burnin no bridges I'm a 'bout my riches
Gumbo pots boil, good with the skillet like a
Steady like a female weave, cooler than antifreeze
Bust you in the toe like Murphy did DeLouise
Act like you know I represent, bitch please
That powdered milk section 8 and that cheese, hoe!

[Outro - as Interlude]