Luyện nghe bài hát 1 - 800 - Spice

[ ant ]
( )
Aw
One of them fake-ass answer again

( tone* )

[ 1: spice 1 ]
Mi-ni-mi pickin up da phone to hear da
Mi hope ya not a cop, cause mi be dem things-a
Da niggas up on mi block, dey got much love for da
Jah man, just put hands up if you slingin da caine-a
Mi got to get mi propers, if it snow, shine or
Mi pockets got di bumps cause mi so in da game-a
Gafflin muthafuckas, em rocks on da streets-a
Ya want money back, ya got to meet millimeter
Mi maxin up on the block with dis nigga from the
Mi gots mi cellular phone, in the bushes was mi
Ya can't fuck mi posse cause mi posse be strapped
Ya want your ganja, xtra you a fat 20 sack-a
The 187, the is back up in the house-a
So roll up da canibus and put it up in your

man

[ ant ]

Yeah, you with all that gangsta shit, partner, right?
But I heard you ain't the you claim to be, right?
You one of studio gangsta muthafuckas
So up with that, nigga?

[ 2: spice 1 ]
Giggagiggada-gangsta,
is a real one, and not a pranksta
Mi like to bust-bang, em up, mi glocks hang
out da window of mi drop-top mustang
Aim for da chest while ant banks di clip
Mi buckin em down, mi buckin em cause for mi kilo mi killa
up a 20 sack, call mi da gangsta mack
Look down da and you see me, nigga, slingin crack
The dopeman set up on mi block
So call 187 line and order your

man

[ ]
Ah
- ah
Liquor store - ah
I -
I want for 10 dollars
Can you do for me for 10?

[ 1 ]
Mi nigga ant banks, come with di funky breakdown
( *inhaling, )
man
This ganja gets you up, man

Mi need lick up another 20
man

[ 3: spice 1 ]
Mi kickin da shit, but mi not shabba ranks-a
Mi 1, di muthafuckin gangsta
Mi smokin da and it just might make mi kill ya
If you comin at me about sinsemilia
Mi nigga put together endonesia
Mi call it gaja, give me fire-a
Can't lit di ashes, hits me in mi
Before mi bust got to get mi headrush
Even though make me nervous
Mi got mi nine and mi up on di block
Play mi for a fool, mi take his chest mi glock
Let dem niggas not to be rushin mi knot
So call 1-800 line and order rock
man

[ ]
Uh
Uh - eh
sally from the liquor store down the block
Uh - I ain't got no money, but I'll suck your for a 10 piece

[ verse 4: 1 ]
mi lay mi start, let mi say peace to mi nine
Cause in mi neighborhood young do di crime
It's a thang to the east bay gangsta
The city streets make a want to shank ya
yourself, now you fucked in the game
The dance is a goddamn shame
or murder, it's 187 proof-a
So ant banks, da gin and da juice-a
Mi signed with jive, now mi nigga
Break down di doja, it up a little bigger
Mi watch da cause da bitches a-gold digger
So d the poet, won't you pass mi the
The dopeman set up shop on mi
So 1-800 and order your rocks

man

[ ant ]
Ah no,
I don't no rocks and shit, man
I'm callin cause I heard you was a fake-ass studio
never had a gun
Ain't never to jail
Ain't never shot a
And I'm just of this fake-ass shit you kickin all over this tape
I'm of it, man, I'm tired of it
I buyin it
Fuck that
You fake,
Fuck
Fuck
I'm out, man