Luyện nghe bài hát Behind Gates

Say Earl, get it crack a latin in this bitch
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 this,we do it like this
(Like how?, this)

I gotta say some shit 'fore we start the
I'm sick of motherfuckers bitin' 40
Every I see yo' bitch ass you got a jingle
And you ain't wrote shit, got it my people

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

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

Constantly fartin', but I'm really supposed to be, shittin' on
Peep, Ice Cube and E-40 a track together
That's heat, players it get no better than this pimpin'
heat two of the most grizzliest and Godzilla ass niggaz
To ever the mic
(Touch the mic)

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

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

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

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

Our status, is penthouses, yo' ass, is rent
We got, ten houses, can't even, ours
We go, invent ours, in about, ten
with that mob ass shit, it's a hit bitch

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

Behind gates, or hell, mansion 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 tell you, broke niggaz 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, can't be
Rollin' through this 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 tearin' projects, players shootin' craps
Placin' side bets, hair full of naps
of ruffnecks, play the old tracks mayne
Money cars sex, cocaine

White girl, wedding dress, in the game
Block cleaners, poppin' out of my Ford truck
With heaters, poppin' at all of my enemies duck
Even though I'm tapes I'm still stuck

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

Behind gates, heaven or hell, 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