Luyện nghe bài hát They Might Be Taping

I this Rick Rock

I don't be slackin in my mackin, I be doin it in a fashion
Makin it happen, speakers slappin, scootin and 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, tryin to come up with a
How to spend this dope money, buy some and some land
to teach you niggaz somethin, tryin to lace you like a shoe
Buy a couple of big Celebrities pimpin it ain't be brand new
I'm a boss 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 at a relative's house
Beware of yo' surroundings, gotta handpick yo'
Gotta be your allowance, and X out all the phonies
Gotta watch out for them folks, 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 they taping?)
Gotta be careful on the phones cause them folks be taping
(Aww shit, they readin lips, cover nose)
They be taping
(Naw man, you they taping?)
Gotta be careful on the phones cause them folks be taping

40 {?} an ounce of space, ain't even had time to 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 to turn this thousand dollars into a quarter of a mill' ticket
Some of you suckers be lyin to kick it, but that ain't the 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 fuckin 'em up this man, I be killin 'em off like that
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 ear, me and my muskateers
Come with them choppers, let the lil' homey steer
I like to dress up in my doctors, my real career
But I'm really packin woppers, pistols like Pam Grier

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

I a motherfucker would, I'm still livin my second childhood
My mentality, my of mind, all hood
I'm in the local booth 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 on the grass, sell hop and push crank
Where the dopefiends dig in our tracks and gas from our tanks
Where the biggest hypocrites in the call themselves saints
I don't gossip bitches I mind my own fuckin business
Dig yaper good money cause that sucker ain't nutritious
I don't be no bridges I'm a loyalist 'bout my riches
Gumbo pots boil, with the skillet like a chemist
Steady long like a weave, cooler than antifreeze
you in the toe like Eddie Murphy did DeLouise
Act like you what I represent, bitch please
powdered milk section 8 and that government cheese, hoe!

[Outro - as Interlude]