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 phone to hear da
Mi hope ya not a cop, cause mi be 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 slingin da
Mi got to get mi propers, if it snow, or rain-a
Mi pockets got di bumps cause mi so sick in da
Gafflin muthafuckas, sellin em on da streets-a
Ya want your back, ya got to meet millimeter
Mi maxin up on the block with dis nigga from the
Mi gots mi cellular phone, in the bushes was mi
Ya can't fuck mi posse cause mi posse 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 up da canibus and put it up in your mouth-a

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 studio gangsta muthafuckas
So what's up that, nigga?

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

man

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

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

Mi need up another 20 sack
man

[ verse 3: 1 ]
Mi kickin da shit, but mi not shabba ranks-a
Mi spice 1, di gangsta
Mi smokin da dank and it might make mi kill ya
If you comin at me about sinsemilia
Mi g-nut put together endonesia
Mi call it gaja, give me some
lit di ashes, hits me in mi eye-a
Before mi lead got to get mi headrush
Even though endonesia me nervous
Mi got mi and mi coolin 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 your rock
man

[ ]
Uh
Uh - eh
Suck-your-dick from the liquor store down the block
Uh - I ain't got no money, but I'll suck your 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 nigga want to ya
Break yourself, now you in the game
The killin dance is a goddamn
Money or murder, it's 187
So ant banks, bust da gin and da
Mi signed with jive, now mi jive-ass
down di doja, roll it up a little bigger
Mi watch da bitches cause da a-gold digger
So d the poet, you pass mi the liquor
The dopeman set up on mi block
So call 1-800 and 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
Ain't never been to
Ain't never 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,
that
Fuck
I'm out, man