Luyện nghe bài hát They Might Be Taping

I like Rick Rock

I don't be in my mackin, I be doin it in a player fashion
Makin it happen, slappin, scootin and skatin and Cadillac'n
I be, representin my region and pullin up in somethin
Used to buy shit off the lot, but now lately been leasin
the white man I've been thinkin, tryin 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 you like a shoe
Buy a couple of big Celebrities 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
of yo' surroundings, gotta handpick yo' cronies
Gotta be about your allowance, and X out all the
Gotta out for them folks, gotta watch yo' conversations
Gotta be careful on the phones cause them folks be taping

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

40 {?} an ounce of space, ain't even had to wash my face
I been in the traffic tryin to get it, I got time to fuckin waste
My money's short like I'm slippin, I'm to smack it up and flip it
I'm tryin to turn this dollars into a quarter of a mill' ticket
Some of you be lyin to kick it, but that ain't the fuckin way
Niggaz be sellin mo' wolf tickets fake autographs on eBay
My orangutangs'll growl, with our down smile
We doin it for a while, you can check my d-boy file
I be fuckin 'em up like this man, I be killin 'em off that
Divin up in them hoes mayne and them hoes like rats
Niggaz don't really know I'm so sincere about this here
Niggaz don't really that I got my name from drinkin beer
Do a ear, me and my muskateers
Come through with them choppers, let the lil' steer
I like to dress up in my doctors, camouflage my real
But I'm really packin woppers, pistols like Pam Grier

"Taping, taping, taping-taping-taping"
[E-40] They be taping
"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 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 park our cars on the grass, sell hop and push
the dopefiends dig in our tracks and siphon gas from our tanks
Where the hypocrites in the church call themselves saints
I don't like bitches I mind my own fuckin business
Dig good money cause that sucker shit ain't nutritious
I don't be burnin no I'm a loyalist 'bout my riches
Gumbo pots boil, with the skillet like a chemist
long like a female weave, cooler than antifreeze
Bust you in the toe Eddie Murphy did DeLouise
Act like you know what I represent, bitch
That powdered section 8 and that government cheese, hoe!

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