Luyện nghe bài hát City Streets

Spice one
in cali
Kickin gangsta shit
You get it?

[ 1 ]
in my blazer, mashed off and left a boy in his car, then
Tagged him with the skull and bones, he be soften
Hollow like a 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
when I knew that they were after s-p-i-c-e
Turned up my and dashed, goin 90, I mashed
Bullet holes all in my window a 12-gauge blast
He was all on my ass, I had to think fast
Hooked a left, all of a sudden heard a and a crash
Tried to catch the cold, the devil his soul
Had his car and his wrapped around a pole
With my still smokin hit 580 to oakland
Still upset with the because my window was broken
But my beat was bumpin and my amp was still pumpin
And my was in my lap if any funk was jumpin
Got the 20th and nice as I my tune
Hooked a left on 23rd and my homeboy june
Jumped straight out an arrow, had more gold than the pharaoh
Had my sweat suit on and it was read like a sparrow
I told him what had happened and he 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 each other's hands and said, "it's all about blastin"
In the streets

streets

[ 2 ]
Kickin it at the park craps with some homies
My first roll was a 7, so can't get on me
So since my point is 4, I a little joe
I'm on the dice and I'm pimpin em like my hoe
So then I again, I'm fuckin with big ben
Now I fade jack because I'm knockin with that ten
I up the dice, shook em up and rolled once mo'
What came out the whaddaya know, I hit that 4
Fuckin with the dank I'm hearin marvin gaye's
Fadin another 20, a sip of my 40
There go my homie g-nut with the gin and the
My nigga's always fuckin with that 187
I took a big-ass gulp and feelin tipsy
I'm like this these niggas try to cheat me
Huh, they get with me, I put em in his place
Then threw the gin and busted a nigga in his face
I thought it was quite funny, and I began to
The niggas face was grounded lyin in the dirt
So I picked up my mail, and I'm to go
I'm about 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 fuckin back"
I act like I was scared, his money back fast
And when he tried to leave, I a cap up in his ass
These niggas out the kitchen if you can't take the
Cause muthafuckas gank ya, ya, sank ya in the city streets

The city

[ 3 ]
A few weeks I robbed a nigga for a ki
it on the block, slingin d to o-p-e
Yo, runnin from the five-o, you think shit is funny
By any means necessary I make my money
If niggas try to fade me, I pull out my
And pop-pop-pop-pop a from behind
In this world of madness die
Niggas sling and bang, and always lie
So I choose to be murderous and chop up bodies
And set like an example, a villain like gotti
The muthafuckin s-p-i-c-e
They ring my mobile phone, now who the could that be?
Bitch, I don't 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 muthafuckin
I knew I shoulda packed, I ain't goin out like
These niggas caught me slippin, and fuck a yellow
Niggas must be trippin cause 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
blood all over his face is how the homie fled
I dragged him out the car and filled his corpse of lead
These niggas out the kitchen if you take the heat
bitch, I'm a gangsta, shank ya, sank ya in the city streets

Aight,
pack the shit up, mayn