Luyện nghe bài hát 1 - 800 - Spice

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

( *dial )

[ verse 1: 1 ]
Mi-ni-mi pickin up da phone to hear da
Mi hope ya not a cop, mi be slingin dem things-a
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 pockets got di cause mi so sick in da game-a
Gafflin muthafuckas, sellin em on da streets-a
Ya want your money back, ya got to meet
Mi maxin up on the block with dis nigga the fac-a
Mi gots mi 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 faculty is up in the house-a
So roll up da canibus and put it up in mouth-a

man

[ ant ]

Yeah, you tight all that gangsta shit, partner, right?
But I heard you ain't the nigga you claim to be,
You one of them 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 hang
out da window of mi drop-top mustang
Aim for da chest ant banks hold di clip
Mi em down, mi buckin em down cause for mi kilo mi killa
Roll up a 20 sack, call mi da gangsta
down da street and you see me, nigga, slingin crack
The set up shop on mi block
So call 187 line and order your

man

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

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

Mi need lick up another 20
man

[ verse 3: 1 ]
Mi kickin da rasta shit, but mi not shabba
Mi 1, di muthafuckin gangsta
Mi smokin da and it just might make mi kill ya
If you comin at me talkin about
Mi nigga put together endonesia
Mi call it gaja, give me fire-a
lit di ashes, hits me in mi eye-a
Before mi lead got to get mi headrush
Even though endonesia make me
Mi got mi and mi coolin up on di block
Play mi for a fool, mi take his chest mi glock
Let dem niggas know not to be mi knot
So call 1-800 line and order your
man

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

[ verse 4: 1 ]
Before mi lay mi start, let mi say to mi nine
Cause in mi neighborhood young niggas do di
It's a ghetto to the east bay gangsta
The city make a nigga want to shank ya
Break yourself, now you in the game
The dance is a goddamn shame
Money or murder, 187 proof-a
So ant banks, bust da gin and da
Mi signed with jive, now mi jive-ass
Break down di doja, roll it up a bigger
Mi watch da cause da bitches a-gold digger
So d the poet, won't you mi the liquor
The set up shop on mi block
So call 1-800 and order rocks

man

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