Luyện nghe bài hát 1 - 800 - Spice

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

( *dial )

[ verse 1: 1 ]
Mi-ni-mi up da phone to hear da ring-a-ding-ling-a
Mi hope ya not a cop, 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, or rain-a
Mi pockets got di bumps mi so sick in da game-a
muthafuckas, sellin em rocks on da streets-a
Ya want your back, ya got to meet millimeter
Mi maxin up on the block with dis from the fac-a
Mi gots mi cellular phone, in the bushes was mi
Ya can't fuck mi posse cause mi posse be strapped
Ya want your ganja, xtra large'll you a fat 20
The 187, the is back up in the house-a
So roll up da canibus and put it up in mouth-a

man

[ ant ]

Yeah, you tight with all gangsta shit, partner, right?
But I heard you the nigga you claim to be, right?
You one of them studio muthafuckas
So up with that, nigga?

[ verse 2: 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 window of mi drop-top
Aim for da chest while ant banks hold di
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, crack
The set up shop on mi block
So call 187 and order your rock-a

man

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

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

Mi need lick up another 20
man

[ 3: spice 1 ]
Mi kickin da rasta shit, but mi not shabba
Mi spice 1, di muthafuckin
Mi smokin da dank and it just make mi kill ya
If you at me talkin about sinsemilia
Mi nigga g-nut put together
Mi call it gaja, give me fire-a
lit di ashes, hits me in mi eye-a
Before mi lead bust got to get mi
Even endonesia 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 1-800 line and order your rock
man

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

[ verse 4: 1 ]
mi lay mi start, let mi say peace to mi nine
Cause in mi young niggas do di crime
a ghetto thang to the east bay gangsta
The city make a nigga want to shank ya
Break yourself, now you fucked in the
The killin dance is a goddamn
or murder, it's 187 proof-a
So ant banks, bust da gin and da
Mi signed with jive, now mi nigga
Break down di doja, roll it up a little
Mi watch da cause 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 your

man

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