Luyện nghe bài hát Behind Gates

Say Earl, let's get it crack a latin in this
Uh, nigga, nigga, y'know,
(Y'know)
Uh, Ice Cube and E-40 up in motherfucker
(Ice and E-40)

For that don't know
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 time I see yo' 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," California
From California bloods, and 'cuz

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

Constantly fartin', but I'm really to be, shittin' on fools
Peep, Ice Cube and E-40 a track together
That's heat, players it don't get no better this pimpin'
That's heat two of the most grizzliest and Godzilla ass
To touch the mic
(Touch the mic)

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

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

Now, I might 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 back every fifteen minutes in a car

On the strength of purposes
burners
(Burners)
Finger on my in this 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, ours
We go, ours, in about, ten hours
Comin' with mob ass shit, it's a hit bitch

bitch, turn into a rich bitch
Every trick bitch 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, mansion or
Keepin' it real, two from the hood makin' mill's
Behind gates, heaven or hell, mansion or
Was destined to have pimpin', be about your mail

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 actin' just like me, they can't believe they see

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

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

White girl, wedding dress, in the 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 the hood makin' mill's
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 from the makin' mill's
gates, heaven or hell, mansion or jail
Was destined to have somethin' pimpin', be about your