Luyện nghe bài hát 1 - 800 - Spice

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

( *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, just put your hands up if you slingin da
Mi got to get mi propers, if it snow, or rain-a
Mi got di bumps cause mi so sick in da game-a
muthafuckas, sellin em rocks on da streets-a
Ya want your money back, ya got to 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 posse be
Ya your ganja, xtra 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 your

man

[ ant ]

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

[ 2: spice 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 while ant banks hold di clip
Mi em down, mi buckin em down cause for mi kilo mi killa
up a 20 sack, call mi da gangsta mack
Look da street and you see me, nigga, slingin crack
The set up shop on mi block
So call 187 and order your rock-a

man

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

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

Mi need up another 20 sack
man

[ verse 3: 1 ]
Mi kickin da rasta shit, but mi not ranks-a
Mi spice 1, di muthafuckin
Mi smokin da dank and it just might mi kill ya
If you at me talkin about sinsemilia
Mi nigga g-nut put together
Mi call it gaja, give me some
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 niggas know not to be mi knot
So call line and order your rock
man

[ ]
Uh
Uh - eh
Suck-your-dick sally from the liquor down 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 peace to mi
Cause in mi neighborhood young niggas do di
It's a ghetto thang to the bay gangsta
The city streets make a 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 signed with jive, now mi jive-ass
down di doja, roll it up a little bigger
Mi watch da bitches da bitches a-gold 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
never had a gun
Ain't never to jail
Ain't never shot a
And I'm just of this fake-ass shit you kickin all over this tape
I'm tired of it, man, I'm of it
I ain't it
Fuck that
You fake,
that
Fuck
I'm out, man