Luyện nghe bài hát Behind Gates

Say Earl, let's get it crack a latin in this
Uh, nigga, nigga, y'know,
(Y'know)
Uh, Ice Cube and E-40 up in motherfucker
(Ice and E-40)

For those that don't
We do it like this,we do it like
(Like how?, this)

I gotta say some shit 'fore we the single
I'm sick of motherfuckers 40 lingo
Every I see yo' bitch ass you got a jingle
And you wrote shit, got it from my people

whole ego, is evil, negro, fo'rizzo, we go
Get the Desert Eagle, blast on your
dub, no "California Love," California slugs
From California bloods, and Calfironia

Dip ridin' them little bitty ass wheels
In the town like you might see on shoppin'
If I ain't ridin' mustard or mayonnaise [unverified]
And bowed toes, [unverified] low on
Then, I'm bluffin', I'm less than nothin', a dude

Constantly fartin', but I'm really to be, shittin' on fools
Peep, Ice Cube and doin' a track together
heat, players it don't get no better than this pimpin'
That's heat two of the grizzliest and Godzilla ass niggaz
To ever the mic
(Touch the mic)

Behind gates, heaven or hell, mansion or
it real, two niggaz from the hood makin' mill's
Behind gates, heaven or hell, mansion or
Was destined to somethin' pimpin', be about your mail

gates, heaven or hell, mansion or jail
Keepin it real, two niggaz from the makin' mill's
gates, heaven or hell, mansion or jail
Was destined to have somethin' pimpin', be your mail

Now, I might a different language but I'm not Scottish
Got more in jail, than I do in college
I'm a cold piece of [unverified] slide the park
And come back every fifteen minutes in a car

On the strength of flamboastin'
burners
(Burners)
Finger on my in this concrete habitat
(Thumper)
Never know when you just might to, put a head on flat

Our status, is penthouses, yo' ass, is houses
We got, ten houses, even, spend ours
We go, ours, in about, ten hours
Comin' with that mob ass shit, it's a hit

Broke bitch, turn into a bitch
Every trick bitch wanna be a bitch
We got big ol', big gates
We got big ol', big gold, nickel
(Who is it?)

Behind gates, heaven or hell, mansion or
it real, two niggaz from the hood makin' mill's
Behind gates, heaven or hell, mansion or
Was to have somethin' pimpin', be about your mail

Let me you, broke niggaz can't offend me
Evidently, yo' Bentley musta "rent me"
I see you rollin', stolen, L.A.P.D.
Is actin' just like me, they believe what they see

Pull you over, it's over, nigga, be sober
Rollin' through neighborhood fool nice to know ya
Fakin' like you got the bacon, with that tickin' ass
A nigga blast the soul reflects

My roots grew up projects, players shootin' craps pimpin'
Placin' bets, hair full of naps pimpin'
of ruffnecks, play the old tracks mayne
Money sex, servin' cocaine

White girl, dress, in the dope game
Block cleaners, out of my Ford Excursion truck
With heaters, at all of my enemies better duck
Even though I'm makin' tapes I'm still

Behind gates, or hell, mansion or jail
Keepin it real, two niggaz from the makin' mill's
Behind gates, heaven or hell, or jail
Was destined to somethin' pimpin', be about your mail

gates, heaven or hell, mansion or jail
Keepin it real, two niggaz from the hood mill's
Behind gates, heaven or hell, mansion or
Was destined to have somethin' pimpin', be about your