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

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

I gotta say some shit 'fore we start the
I'm sick of bitin' 40 lingo
Every I see yo' bitch ass you got a jingle
And you wrote shit, got it from my people

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

Dip them little itty bitty ass wheels
In the town like you might see on shoppin'
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 really to be, shittin' on fools
Peep, Ice Cube and E-40 doin' a track
That's heat, players it don't get no better than this
That's heat two of the most grizzliest and ass niggaz
To ever the mic
(Touch the mic)

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 to have somethin' pimpin', be about your mail

Behind gates, or hell, mansion 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

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

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

Our status, is penthouses, yo' ass, is houses
We got, ten houses, even, spend ours
We go, invent ours, in about, ten
Comin' with that mob ass shit, a hit bitch

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

gates, heaven 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

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, can't believe what they see

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

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

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

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 destined to have pimpin', be about your mail

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