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 hear da
Mi ya not a cop, cause mi be slingin dem things-a
Da niggas up on mi block, dey got much 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, shine or
Mi pockets got di bumps cause mi so sick in da
Gafflin muthafuckas, em rocks on da streets-a
Ya want your money back, ya got to meet
Mi up on the block with dis nigga from the fac-a
Mi gots mi cellular phone, in the was mi gat-a
Ya can't with mi posse cause mi posse be strapped
Ya want ganja, xtra large'll you a fat 20 sack-a
The 187, the faculty is back up in the
So roll up da canibus and put it up in your

man

[ ant ]

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

[ 2: spice 1 ]
Giggagiggada-gangsta,
S-p-i-c-e is a real one, and not a
Mi like to bust-bang, em up, mi glocks hang
Shootin out da of mi drop-top mustang
Aim for da chest while ant banks di clip
Mi buckin em down, mi buckin em cause for mi kilo mi killa
Roll up a 20 sack, call mi da mack
down da street and you see me, nigga, slingin crack
The set up shop on mi block
So call 187 line and your rock-a

man

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

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

Mi need lick up 20 sack
man

[ verse 3: 1 ]
Mi kickin da rasta shit, but mi not ranks-a
Mi spice 1, di muthafuckin
Mi smokin da and it just might make mi kill ya
If you comin at me about sinsemilia
Mi g-nut put together endonesia
Mi call it gaja, me some fire-a
Can't lit di ashes, me in mi eye-a
Before mi lead bust got to get mi
Even though endonesia me nervous
Mi got mi and mi coolin up on di block
Play mi for a fool, mi take his with mi glock
Let dem niggas know not to be mi knot
So call 1-800 and order your rock
man

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

[ 4: spice 1 ]
Before mi lay mi start, let mi say peace to mi
Cause in mi young niggas do di crime
It's a ghetto to the east bay gangsta
The city streets a nigga want to shank ya
Break yourself, now you in the game
The dance is a goddamn shame
Money or murder, 187 proof-a
So ant banks, bust da gin and da
Mi signed jive, now mi jive-ass nigga
Break down di doja, 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 set up shop on mi block
So call 1-800 and order rocks

man

[ ant ]
Ah no,
I want no rocks and shit, man
I'm cause I heard you was a fake-ass studio gangster
never had a gun
Ain't never to jail
Ain't never a muthafucka
And I'm just tired of this fake-ass shit you kickin all over tape
I'm of it, man, I'm tired of it
I ain't it
Fuck shit
You fake,
that
Fuck
I'm out, man