Luyện nghe bài hát Behind Gates

Say Earl, let's get it a latin in this bitch
Uh, nigga, nigga, y'know,
(Y'know)
Uh, Ice and E-40 up in this 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 we start the single
I'm sick of bitin' 40 lingo
Every I see yo' bitch ass you got a jingle
And you ain't wrote shit, got it my people

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

Dip them little itty bitty ass wheels
In the town like you might see on carts
If I ain't ridin' or mayonnaise zinas [unverified]
And toes, [unverified] low on horse
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
That's heat, players it don't get no better than pimpin'
That's heat two of the most grizzliest and ass niggaz
To ever the mic
(Touch the mic)

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

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

Now, I talk a different language but I'm not Scottish
Got more homies in jail, than I do in
I'm a cold piece of slide through the park
And come every fifteen minutes in a different car

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

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

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

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

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

Pull you over, over, nigga, can't be sober
Rollin' through this neighborhood nice to know ya
Fakin' like you got the bacon, that tickin' ass Rolex
A blast 'til the soul reflects

My roots grew up tearin' projects, players shootin' craps
Placin' side bets, hair full of pimpin'
Bunch of ruffnecks, play the old mayne
Money cars sex, servin'

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

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

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