Luyện nghe bài hát They Might Be Taping

I like this 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, 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 thinkin, tryin to come up with a plan
How to spend this dope money, buy houses and some land
Tryin to teach you niggaz somethin, to lace 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 my glasses 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
Beware of yo' surroundings, gotta handpick yo'
be about your allowance, and X out all the phonies
Gotta watch out for them folks, watch yo' conversations
Gotta be careful on the phones cause them folks be taping

(Aww shit, in pig latin, use the codes)
They 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)
They might be
(Naw man, you they taping?)
Gotta be careful on the phones them folks might be taping

40 {?} an ounce of space, even had time to wash my face
I been in the tryin to get it, I ain't 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 thousand dollars into a quarter of a mill' ticket
of you suckers be lyin to kick it, but that ain't the fuckin way
Niggaz be sellin mo' wolf tickets than fake autographs on
My orangutangs'll growl, with our upside down
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 like
don't really know that I'm so sincere about this here
Niggaz don't really know I got my name from drinkin beer
Do a ear, me and my muskateers
through with them choppers, let the lil' 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"
They might be taping
"Taping, taping, taping-taping-taping"
[E-40] Gotta be careful on the phones them folks might be taping

I a motherfucker would, I'm still livin my second childhood
My mentality, my frame of mind, all
I'm in the local with my nine, breakin down a backwood
on 40, drink cloud nine, try to get it while it's good
In the heart of the soil, in the of the paint, where it ain't
Where we our cars on the grass, sell hop and push crank
Where the dig in our tracks and siphon gas from our tanks
Where the biggest hypocrites in the church call themselves
I don't like bitches I mind my own fuckin 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, than antifreeze
Bust you in the toe like Murphy did DeLouise
Act like you know what I represent, please
powdered milk section 8 and that government cheese, hoe!

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