Luyện nghe bài hát They Might Be Taping

I like this Rick

I be slackin in my mackin, I be doin it in a player fashion
Makin it happen, speakers slappin, scootin and and Cadillac'n
I be, representin my region and pullin up in somethin
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 with a
How to spend this dope money, buy some houses and land
Tryin to teach you niggaz somethin, tryin to lace you a shoe
Buy a couple of big Celebrities pimpin it ain't gotta be 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 my fuckin blowover over at a relative's 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
be careful 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?)
be careful on the phones cause them folks might be taping
(Aww shit, they lips, cover your nose)
They might be
(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 got time 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 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 been doin it for a while, you can check my file
I be 'em up like this man, I be killin 'em off like that
Divin up in them hoes and treatin them hoes like 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 with them choppers, let the lil' steer
I like to dress up in my doctors, camouflage my career
But I'm really packin woppers, 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 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 booth with my nine, breakin down a backwood
Sippin on 40, drink nine, try to get it while it's good
In the heart of the soil, in the middle of the paint, 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 biggest hypocrites in the call themselves saints
I don't gossip like bitches I mind my own business
Dig yaper good money cause that sucker 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
Steady long like a female weave, cooler antifreeze
Bust you in the toe like Eddie did DeLouise
Act like you know what I represent, bitch
That powdered section 8 and that government cheese, hoe!

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