Luyện nghe bài hát 1 - 800 - Spice

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

( tone* )

[ verse 1: 1 ]
pickin 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 for da game-a
Jah man, just put your up if you slingin da caine-a
Mi got to get mi propers, if it snow, or rain-a
Mi got di bumps cause mi so sick in da game-a
Gafflin muthafuckas, em rocks 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 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 roll up da and put it up in your mouth-a

man

[ ant ]

Yeah, you tight with all that gangsta shit, partner,
But I heard you the nigga you claim to be, right?
You one of them studio gangsta
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, shootin em up, mi glocks
Shootin out da of mi drop-top mustang
Aim for da chest while ant banks hold di
Mi buckin em down, mi buckin em cause for mi kilo mi killa
up a 20 sack, call mi da gangsta mack
Look down da street and you see me, nigga, slingin
The dopeman set up shop on mi
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, 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 shabba
Mi spice 1, di muthafuckin
Mi smokin da dank and it just might mi kill ya
If you comin at me talkin about
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 make me nervous
Mi got mi nine and mi coolin up on di
mi for a fool, mi take his chest with mi glock
Let dem niggas not to be rushin mi knot
So call 1-800 and order your rock
man

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

[ 4: spice 1 ]
Before mi lay mi start, let mi say to mi nine
in mi neighborhood young niggas do di crime
It's a ghetto thang to the bay gangsta
The city make a nigga want to shank ya
Break yourself, now you in the game
The dance is a goddamn shame
Money or murder, it's 187
So ant banks, bust da gin and da
Mi signed with jive, now mi nigga
down di doja, roll it up a little bigger
Mi watch da bitches cause da bitches digger
So d the poet, won't you pass mi the
The dopeman set up shop on mi
So 1-800 and order your rocks

man

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