Luyện nghe bài hát City Streets

Spice one
Coolin in
that gangsta shit
You get it?

[ 1 ]
Hopped in my blazer, off and left a boy in his car, then
Tagged him with the skull and bones, he be soften
Hollow a head without no brains inside
And his girl was so damn small, you had to your eyes
Got to the corner, hit a left, the hpd
That's I knew that they were after s-p-i-c-e
up my music and dashed, goin 90, I mashed
Bullet holes all in my window from a 12-gauge
He was all on my ass, I had to real fast
Hooked a left, all of a sudden heard a boom and a
Tried to catch the cold, sold the his soul
Had his car and his face wrapped a pole
With my vogues still hit 580 to oakland
Still upset with the police because my was broken
But my beat was still and my amp was still pumpin
And my nine was in my lap if any funk was
Got the 20th and nice as I my tune
Hooked a left on 23rd and my homeboy june
Jumped straight out like an arrow, had more gold than the
Had my nikey sweat on and it was read like a sparrow
I told him what had and he already knew
He said, "you got a funky with a fake-ass crew
The bass went and your gun went bang
And all you see was flames"
At that very moment coke and ray started
And slapped each other's hands and said, "it's all blastin"
In the city

streets

[ 2 ]
it at the park shootin craps with some homies
My first roll was a 7, so niggas get on me
So since my is 4, I left a little joe
I'm kissin on the and I'm pimpin em like my hoe
So I roll again, I'm fuckin with big ben
Now I ain't jack because I'm knockin with that ten
I picked up the dice, shook em up and once mo'
came out the do'? whaddaya know, I hit that 4
Fuckin with the dank I'm hearin marvin oldies
another 20, took a sip of my 40
There go my homie with the gin and the juice
My always fuckin with that 187 proof
I took a big-ass and feelin quite tipsy
Knowin I'm like this niggas try to cheat me
Huh, they can't get with me, I put em in his
Then g-nut threw the gin and busted a in his face
I thought it was quite funny, and I to smirk
The fat-ass niggas was grounded lyin in the dirt
So I picked up my mail, and I'm to go
Cause I'm that mo' money, mo' money, mo'
Now homie on his face, he rolled over just that
And said, "this is a jack, gimme all my money back"
I act like I was scared, gave his money fast
And when he to leave, I busted a cap up in his ass
These niggas out the kitchen if you can't take the
Cause muthafuckas gank ya, shank ya, sank ya in the streets

The streets

[ 3 ]
A few weeks back I a nigga for a ki
Kickin it on the block, slingin d to
Yo, runnin from the five-o, you think shit is funny
By any means necessary I make my money
If niggas try to me, I pull out my nine
And pop-pop-pop-pop a from behind
In world of madness muthafuckas die
Niggas sling and bang, and bitches lie
So I choose to be murderous and up niggas' bodies
And set like an example, a villain john gotti
The gangsta s-p-i-c-e
They ring my mobile phone, now who the fuck that be?
Bitch, I said call me, I'm busy clockin g's
I thought it was the fuzz, but some niggas me 'freeze!'
The barrel was my back, it's a jack
I I shoulda packed, I ain't goin out like that
These niggas caught me slippin, and fuck a yellow
Niggas must be trippin they daytons touch my back
I hopped out of my shit and told him go
And he tried to leave I busted a cap up in his head
With blood all over his face is how the homie
I dragged him out the car and his corpse full of lead
These out the kitchen if you can't take the heat
Cause bitch, I'm a gangsta, shank ya, ya in the city streets

Aight,
pack the shit up, mayn