Luyện nghe bài hát Behind Gates

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

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

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

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

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

Constantly fartin', but I'm really supposed to be, shittin' on
Peep, Ice Cube and doin' a track together
That's heat, players it don't get no than this pimpin'
That's heat two of the grizzliest and Godzilla ass niggaz
To ever the mic
(Touch the mic)

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

Behind gates, or hell, mansion or jail
Keepin it real, two niggaz from the hood makin'
Behind gates, 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 homies in jail, than I do in college
I'm a cold piece of [unverified] slide the park
And back every fifteen minutes in a different car

On the strength of flamboastin'
burners
(Burners)
Finger on my thumper in concrete habitat
(Thumper)
know when you just might have to, put a head on flat

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

Broke bitch, turn into a rich
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, or jail
Keepin' it real, two niggaz from the makin' mill's
gates, heaven or hell, mansion or jail
Was to have somethin' 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, can't believe what they see

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

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

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

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

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