Luyện nghe bài hát 1 - 800 - Spice

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

( *dial )

[ verse 1: 1 ]
Mi-ni-mi pickin up da phone to da ring-a-ding-ling-a
Mi hope ya not a cop, cause mi be dem things-a
Da niggas up on mi block, dey got love for da game-a
Jah man, just put your up if you slingin 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
muthafuckas, sellin em rocks on da streets-a
Ya your money back, ya got to meet millimeter
Mi maxin up on the with dis nigga from the fac-a
Mi gots mi phone, in the bushes was mi gat-a
Ya can't fuck with mi posse cause mi be strapped
Ya want ganja, xtra large'll you a fat 20 sack-a
The 187, the faculty is back up in the
So roll up da canibus and put it up in your

man

[ ant ]

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

[ verse 2: 1 ]
Giggagiggada-gangsta,
S-p-i-c-e is a one, and not a pranksta
Mi to bust-bang, shootin 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 down cause for mi mi killa
Roll up a 20 sack, mi da gangsta mack
down da street and you see me, nigga, slingin crack
The dopeman set up on mi block
So 187 line and order your rock-a

man

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

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

Mi need lick up 20 sack
man

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

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

[ verse 4: 1 ]
mi lay mi start, let mi say peace to mi nine
Cause in mi neighborhood niggas do di crime
It's a ghetto thang to the bay gangsta
The city make a nigga want to shank ya
Break yourself, now you fucked in the
The killin dance is a shame
or murder, it's 187 proof-a
So ant banks, da gin and da juice-a
Mi with 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 pass mi the
The dopeman set up shop on mi
So call 1-800 and order rocks

man

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