Luyện nghe bài hát They Might Be Taping

I like this Rick

I don't be slackin in my mackin, I be it in a player fashion
it happen, speakers slappin, scootin and skatin and Cadillac'n
I be, representin my region and pullin up in decent
Used to buy shit off the lot, but now lately I've been
Like the white man I've 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 lace you a shoe
Buy a couple of big pimpin it ain't gotta be brand new
I'm a boss about my shit, about the way I 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 my fuckin blowover over at a relative's house
of yo' surroundings, gotta handpick yo' cronies
Gotta be your allowance, and X out all the phonies
watch out for them folks, gotta watch yo' conversations
Gotta be careful on the phones cause folks might be taping

(Aww shit, in pig latin, use the codes)
They be taping
(Aww man, you they taping?)
be careful on the phones cause them folks might be taping
(Aww shit, they readin lips, your nose)
They be taping
(Naw man, you they taping?)
Gotta be on the phones cause them 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 ain't got 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
of you suckers 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, our upside down smile
We been it for a while, you can check my d-boy file
I be fuckin 'em up like man, I be killin 'em off like that
Divin up in them hoes and treatin 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 choppers, let the lil' homey steer
I like to dress up in my doctors, camouflage my real
But I'm packin woppers, pistols 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 cause them folks be taping

I wish a motherfucker would, I'm still 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 cloud nine, try to get it while it's
In the heart of the soil, in the of the paint, where it ain't
Where we park our cars on the grass, sell hop and crank
Where the dopefiends dig in our tracks and siphon gas from our
Where the biggest hypocrites in the church 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 burnin no I'm a loyalist 'bout my riches
Gumbo pots boil, good with the like a chemist
Steady long a female weave, cooler than antifreeze
you in the toe like Eddie Murphy did DeLouise
Act like you know I represent, bitch please
That powdered milk section 8 and government cheese, hoe!

[Outro - as Interlude]