Luyện nghe bài hát City Streets

Spice one
Coolin in
Kickin that 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, cause he be
Hollow like a head without no brains
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 music and dashed, goin 90, I
Bullet holes all in my window from a blast
He was all on my ass, I had to real fast
a left, all of a sudden heard a boom and a crash
Tried to the cold, sold the devil his soul
Had his car and his wrapped around a pole
my vogues still smokin hit 580 to oakland
Still upset with the police because my was broken
But my beat was still bumpin and my amp was pumpin
And my nine was in my lap if any was jumpin
Got the 20th and as I kicked my tune
a left on 23rd and seen my homeboy june
Jumped straight out an arrow, had more gold than the pharaoh
Had my nikey sweat suit on and it was like a sparrow
I told him what had happened and he already
He said, "you got a little with a fake-ass crew
The bass went boom and your gun bang
And all you see was flames"
At very moment coke and ray started laughin
And slapped each other's hands and said, "it's all blastin"
In the city

City

[ 2 ]
Kickin it at the shootin craps with some homies
My first roll was a 7, so niggas get on me
So my point is 4, I left 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 picked up the dice, shook em up and rolled mo'
came out the do'? whaddaya know, I hit that 4
Fuckin with the I'm hearin marvin gaye's oldies
another 20, took a sip of my 40
There go my homie g-nut with the gin and the
My always fuckin with that 187 proof
I took a big-ass and feelin quite tipsy
Knowin I'm like this these try to cheat me
Huh, can't get with me, I put em in his place
Then g-nut threw the gin and busted a in his face
I thought it was quite funny, and I began to
The fat-ass niggas was grounded lyin in the dirt
So I up my mail, and I'm about to go
I'm about that mo' money, mo' money, mo'
Now homie on his face, he rolled over like that
And said, "this is a jack, all my fuckin money back"
I act like I was scared, gave his back fast
And he tried to leave, I busted a cap up in his ass
These niggas out the if you can't take the heat
Cause gank ya, shank ya, sank ya in the city streets

The city

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

Aight,
pack the shit up, mayn