Luyện nghe bài hát 1 - 800 - Spice

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

( *dial )

[ 1: spice 1 ]
Mi-ni-mi pickin up da to hear da ring-a-ding-ling-a
Mi hope ya not a cop, cause mi be slingin dem
Da niggas up on mi block, dey got much for da game-a
Jah man, just put your hands up if you slingin da
Mi got to get mi propers, if it snow, shine or
Mi got di bumps cause mi so sick in da game-a
Gafflin muthafuckas, em rocks on da streets-a
Ya your money back, ya got to meet millimeter
Mi up on the block with dis nigga from the fac-a
Mi mi cellular 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 is back up in the house-a
So roll up da and put it up in your 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 with that,

[ 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
Shootin out da of mi drop-top mustang
Aim for da chest ant banks hold di clip
Mi buckin em down, mi 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 willie - ah
I -
I some for 10 dollars
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 20 sack
man

[ 3: spice 1 ]
Mi da rasta shit, but mi not shabba ranks-a
Mi spice 1, di muthafuckin
Mi smokin da dank and it just make mi kill ya
If you comin at me about sinsemilia
Mi nigga g-nut put endonesia
Mi it gaja, give me some fire-a
lit di ashes, hits me in mi eye-a
Before mi bust got to get mi headrush
Even though endonesia make me
Mi got mi nine and mi coolin up on di
Play mi for a fool, mi take his with mi glock
Let dem know not to be rushin mi knot
So call 1-800 line and order rock
man

[ ]
Uh
Uh - eh
Suck-your-dick sally from the store down the block
Uh - I got no money, but I'll suck your dick for a 10 piece

[ verse 4: 1 ]
Before mi lay mi start, let mi say to mi nine
in mi neighborhood young niggas do di crime
It's a ghetto thang to the bay gangsta
The city streets make a nigga want to ya
Break yourself, now you fucked in the
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 jive-ass
Break down di doja, roll it up a little
Mi watch da bitches cause da a-gold digger
So d the poet, you pass mi the liquor
The dopeman set up shop on mi
So call 1-800 and 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
never shot a muthafucka
And I'm just tired of this fake-ass shit you kickin all over tape
I'm tired of it, man, I'm of it
I buyin it
that shit
You fake,
Fuck
that
I'm out, man