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 up in this motherfucker
(Ice and E-40)

For those don't know
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 motherfuckers 40 lingo
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 Eagle, blast on your Regal
Your dub, no "California Love," California
From California bloods, and 'cuz

Dip ridin' them little itty ass wheels
In the town you might see on shoppin' carts
If I ain't ridin' mustard or mayonnaise zinas
And bowed toes, low on horse
Then, I'm bluffin', I'm less nothin', a constipated dude

Constantly fartin', but I'm supposed to be, shittin' on fools
Peep, Ice Cube and 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, heaven or hell, mansion or
Keepin it real, two niggaz the hood makin' mill's
Behind gates, heaven or hell, mansion or
Was destined to have pimpin', be about your mail

Behind gates, heaven or hell, 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 your mail

Now, I might talk a different language but I'm not
Got more homies in jail, 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 flamboastin'
Smokin'
(Burners)
Finger on my thumper in concrete habitat
(Thumper)
Never know when you just might have to, put a head on

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

Broke bitch, turn a rich bitch
Every trick bitch be a legit bitch
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 niggaz from the hood makin'
Behind gates, heaven or hell, mansion or
Was to have somethin' pimpin', be about your mail

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

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

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

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

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

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