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 Cube and E-40 up in this
(Ice and E-40)

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

I gotta say some shit 'fore we the single
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 from my

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

Dip ridin' them little bitty ass wheels
In the town like you see on shoppin' carts
If I ridin' mustard or mayonnaise zinas [unverified]
And toes, [unverified] low on horse
Then, I'm bluffin', I'm less than nothin', a constipated

fartin', but I'm really supposed to be, shittin' on fools
Peep, Ice and E-40 doin' a track together
That's heat, players it don't get no than this pimpin'
heat two of the most grizzliest and Godzilla 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
Behind gates, heaven or hell, mansion or
Was to have somethin' pimpin', be about your mail

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

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

On the strength of purposes
burners
(Burners)
Finger on my thumper in concrete habitat
(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, can't even, spend
We go, invent ours, in about, ten
Comin' with mob ass shit, it's a hit bitch

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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