Luyện nghe bài hát 1 - 800 - Spice

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

( tone* )

[ verse 1: 1 ]
Mi-ni-mi pickin up da phone to hear da
Mi hope ya not a cop, cause mi be slingin dem
Da up on mi block, dey got much love for da game-a
Jah man, just put your hands up if you da caine-a
Mi got to get mi propers, if it snow, or rain-a
Mi got di bumps cause mi so sick in da game-a
Gafflin muthafuckas, sellin em rocks on da
Ya want your money back, ya got to meet
Mi maxin up on the block with dis from the fac-a
Mi mi cellular phone, in the bushes was mi gat-a
Ya can't with mi posse cause mi posse be strapped
Ya want your ganja, large'll 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 mouth-a

man

[ ant ]

Yeah, you tight with all that shit, partner, right?
But I heard you the nigga you claim to be, right?
You one of studio gangsta muthafuckas
So what's up that, nigga?

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

man

[ ]
Ah
- ah
Liquor willie - ah
I -
I want some for 10
Can you do for me for 10?

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

Mi need lick up another 20
man

[ verse 3: 1 ]
Mi da rasta shit, but mi not shabba ranks-a
Mi 1, di muthafuckin gangsta
Mi smokin da dank and it might make mi kill ya
If you comin at me talkin about
Mi nigga g-nut put together
Mi call it gaja, give me fire-a
Can't lit di ashes, hits me in mi
Before mi lead bust got to get mi
Even endonesia make me nervous
Mi got mi nine and mi coolin up on di
Play mi for a fool, mi his chest with mi glock
Let dem niggas not to be rushin mi knot
So call 1-800 line and your rock
man

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

[ 4: spice 1 ]
Before mi lay mi start, let mi say peace to mi
Cause in mi young niggas do di crime
It's a thang to the east bay gangsta
The city streets make a nigga want to ya
Break yourself, now you in the game
The killin is a goddamn shame
Money or murder, 187 proof-a
So ant banks, da gin and da juice-a
Mi signed jive, now mi jive-ass nigga
Break down di doja, roll it up a bigger
Mi watch da bitches cause da bitches digger
So d the poet, won't you mi the liquor
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
Ain't had a gun
Ain't never to jail
Ain't never shot a
And I'm just tired of this fake-ass you kickin all over this tape
I'm of it, man, I'm tired of it
I buyin it
Fuck shit
You fake,
Fuck
Fuck
I'm out, man