Luyện nghe bài hát They Might Be Taping

I like this Rick

I don't be slackin in my mackin, I be doin it in a player
Makin it happen, slappin, scootin and skatin and Cadillac'n
I be, representin my region and up in somethin decent
Used to buy shit off the lot, but now lately I've leasin
Like the white man I've been thinkin, tryin to up with a plan
How to spend this money, buy some houses and some land
Tryin to teach you niggaz somethin, tryin to you like a shoe
Buy a couple of big Celebrities pimpin it gotta be brand new
I'm a about my shit, about the way I carry it
The way I wear my glasses low, the way I my toothpick
The way I pop it at a hoe, the way I utilize my
The way I keep my fuckin over at a relative's house
Beware of yo' surroundings, gotta handpick yo'
Gotta be about your allowance, and X out all the
Gotta watch out for them folks, gotta yo' conversations
Gotta be on the phones cause them folks might be taping

(Aww shit, in pig latin, use the codes)
might be taping
(Aww man, you they taping?)
Gotta be careful on the phones cause them folks might be
(Aww shit, they readin lips, cover nose)
might be taping
(Naw man, you think taping?)
Gotta be on the phones cause them folks might be taping

40 {?} an of space, ain't even had time to wash my face
I been in the traffic tryin to get it, I ain't got time to fuckin
My money's short like I'm slippin, I'm to smack it up and flip it
I'm tryin to turn this thousand dollars into a quarter of a ticket
Some of you suckers be lyin to kick it, but that ain't the way
Niggaz be sellin mo' wolf tickets than autographs on eBay
My growl, with our upside down smile
We been doin it for a while, you can my d-boy file
I be fuckin 'em up like this man, I be killin 'em off like
Divin up in them hoes mayne and treatin them hoes like
Niggaz don't know that I'm so sincere about this here
Niggaz don't really know that I got my name drinkin beer
Do a ear, me and my muskateers
Come through with them choppers, let the lil' homey
I like to dress up in my doctors, my real career
But I'm really woppers, pistols rusty like Pam Grier

"Taping, taping, taping-taping-taping"
[E-40] They might be
"Taping, taping, taping-taping-taping"
[E-40] Gotta be careful on the phones cause them folks might be

I a motherfucker would, I'm still livin my second childhood
My mentality, my of mind, all hood
I'm in the local booth with my nine, down a backwood
Sippin on 40, drink nine, try to get it while it's good
In the of the soil, in the middle of the paint, where it ain't
Where we park our cars on the grass, sell hop and push
the dopefiends dig in our tracks and siphon gas from our tanks
Where the biggest hypocrites in the church call themselves
I don't gossip like bitches I mind my own fuckin
Dig yaper good money that sucker shit ain't nutritious
I be burnin no bridges I'm a loyalist 'bout my riches
Gumbo pots boil, good with the like a chemist
Steady like a female weave, cooler than antifreeze
Bust you in the toe like Murphy did DeLouise
Act like you know I represent, bitch please
That milk section 8 and that government cheese, hoe!

[Outro - as Interlude]