Luyện nghe bài hát 1 - 800 - Spice

[ ant ]
( )
Aw
One of fake-ass answer machines 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 slingin dem
Da niggas up on mi block, dey got love for da game-a
Jah man, put your hands up if you slingin da caine-a
Mi got to get mi propers, if it snow, or rain-a
Mi pockets got di bumps mi so sick in da game-a
Gafflin muthafuckas, sellin em on da streets-a
Ya want your money back, ya got to millimeter
Mi maxin up on the block with dis nigga the fac-a
Mi gots mi cellular phone, in the was mi gat-a
Ya fuck with mi posse cause mi posse be strapped
Ya your ganja, xtra large'll you a fat 20 sack-a
The 187, the faculty is up in the house-a
So up da canibus and put it up in your mouth-a

man

[ ant ]

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

[ verse 2: 1 ]
Giggagiggada-gangsta,
S-p-i-c-e is a 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 em down 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 your rock-a

man

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

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

Mi lick up another 20 sack
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 at me talkin about sinsemilia
Mi g-nut put together endonesia
Mi call it gaja, give me some
Can't lit di ashes, hits me in mi
Before mi lead got to get mi headrush
Even endonesia make me nervous
Mi got mi and mi coolin up on di block
Play mi for a fool, mi take his chest mi glock
Let dem know not to be rushin mi knot
So call 1-800 line and your 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 peace to mi
Cause in mi neighborhood niggas do di crime
It's a ghetto thang to the east bay
The city streets make a want to shank 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 jive, now mi jive-ass nigga
Break di doja, roll it up a little bigger
Mi da bitches cause da bitches a-gold digger
So d the poet, won't you pass mi the
The set up shop on mi block
So call and order your rocks

man

[ ant ]
Ah no,
I want no rocks and shit, man
I'm cause I heard you was a fake-ass studio gangster
Ain't had a gun
never been to jail
Ain't never shot a
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 ain't it
Fuck shit
You fake,
that
Fuck
I'm out, man