Luyện nghe bài hát 1 - 800 - Spice

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

( *dial )

[ verse 1: 1 ]
Mi-ni-mi up da phone to hear da ring-a-ding-ling-a
Mi ya not a cop, cause mi be slingin dem things-a
Da niggas up on mi block, dey got much love for da
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 cause mi so sick in da
muthafuckas, sellin em rocks on da streets-a
Ya want money back, ya got to meet millimeter
Mi maxin up on the block with dis nigga from the
Mi gots mi phone, in the bushes was mi gat-a
Ya can't fuck with mi cause mi posse be strapped
Ya want your ganja, 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 gangsta shit, partner, right?
But I you ain't the nigga you claim to be, right?
You one of them studio muthafuckas
So what's up that, nigga?

[ 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
Shootin out da window of mi drop-top
Aim for da chest 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 down da 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, down with di funky breakdown
( *inhaling, )
man
This ganja 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 gangsta
Mi da dank and it just might make mi kill ya
If you at me talkin about sinsemilia
Mi nigga g-nut put endonesia
Mi it gaja, give me some fire-a
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 nine and mi up on di block
Play mi for a fool, mi his chest with mi glock
Let dem niggas not to be rushin mi knot
So call 1-800 line and order rock
man

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

[ 4: spice 1 ]
Before mi lay mi start, let mi say peace to mi
Cause in mi neighborhood young niggas do di
It's a thang to the east bay gangsta
The city streets make a nigga to shank ya
yourself, now you fucked in the game
The dance is a goddamn shame
Money or murder, it's 187
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 watch da cause da bitches a-gold digger
So d the poet, won't you mi the liquor
The set up shop on mi block
So call and order your rocks

man

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