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, cause he be
Hollow like a without no brains inside
And his girl was so damn small, you had to strain eyes
Got to the corner, hit a left, the hpd
That's when I knew they were after s-p-i-c-e
Turned up my music and dashed, 90, I mashed
Bullet holes all in my from a 12-gauge blast
He was all on my ass, I had to real fast
Hooked a left, all of a heard a boom and a crash
Tried to catch the cold, the devil his soul
Had his car and his face around a pole
With my vogues still hit 580 to oakland
Still upset with the police because my was broken
But my was still bumpin and my amp was still 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 like an arrow, had more gold the pharaoh
Had my nikey sweat suit on and it was read a sparrow
I him what had happened and he already knew
He said, "you got a little funky with a fake-ass
The bass went boom and gun went bang
And all you see was flames"
At that very moment coke and ray started
And slapped each hands and said, "it's all about blastin"
In the streets

streets

[ 2 ]
Kickin it at the shootin craps with some homies
My roll was a 7, so niggas can't get on me
So since my is 4, I left a little joe
I'm kissin on the dice and I'm pimpin em my hoe
So then I roll again, I'm with big ben
Now I ain't fade jack because I'm knockin that ten
I picked up the dice, shook em up and rolled 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 with the gin and the juice
My nigga's always with that 187 proof
I took a big-ass gulp and quite tipsy
Knowin I'm like these niggas try to cheat me
Huh, can't get with me, I put em in his place
g-nut threw the gin and busted a nigga in his face
I thought it was funny, and I began to smirk
The fat-ass niggas face was grounded lyin in the
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 like
And said, "this is a jack, gimme all my fuckin 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 out the kitchen if you can't take the heat
Cause muthafuckas gank ya, ya, sank ya in the city streets

The streets

[ 3 ]
A few weeks back I robbed a for a ki
Kickin it on the block, d to o-p-e
Yo, runnin the five-o, you think this shit is funny
By any means necessary I must make my
If niggas try to fade me, I out my nine
And pop-pop-pop-pop a nigga from
In this of madness muthafuckas die
sling and bang, and bitches always lie
So I choose to be and chop up niggas' 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 fuck could be?
Bitch, I said don't call me, I'm busy g's
I thought it was the fuzz, but niggas told me 'freeze!'
The barrel was my back, it's a jack
I knew I shoulda packed, I goin out like that
These niggas caught me slippin, and fuck a yellow
Niggas must be trippin cause they daytons my back
I out of my shit and told him go ahead
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 his corpse full of lead
These out the kitchen if you can't take the heat
bitch, I'm a gangsta, shank ya, sank ya in the city streets

Aight,
pack the shit up, mayn