Luyện nghe bài hát City Streets

Spice one
Coolin in
Kickin that gangsta
You get it?

[ 1 ]
Hopped in my blazer, mashed off and a boy in his car, then
Tagged him with the skull and bones, he be soften
Hollow like a head without no inside
And his was so damn small, you had to strain 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 from a 12-gauge
He was all on my ass, I had to think real
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 smokin hit 580 to oakland
Still upset the police 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 as I kicked my tune
a left on 23rd and seen my homeboy june
Jumped straight out like an arrow, had more gold than the
Had my nikey sweat suit on and it was like a sparrow
I told him what had 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 coke and ray started laughin
And slapped each hands and said, "it's all about blastin"
In the city

City

[ 2 ]
it at the park 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 I roll again, I'm fuckin with big ben
Now I ain't fade jack because I'm knockin that ten
I up the dice, shook em up and rolled once mo'
What came out the do'? know, I hit that 4
with the dank I'm hearin marvin gaye's oldies
Fadin 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 a big-ass gulp 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 a nigga 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 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 just that
And said, "this is a jack, all my fuckin money 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 take the heat
Cause muthafuckas gank ya, shank ya, sank ya in the city

The city

[ 3 ]
A few weeks back I a nigga for a ki
Kickin it on the block, d to o-p-e
Yo, runnin from the five-o, you think this shit is
By any means necessary I must make my
If try to fade me, I pull out my nine
And pop-pop-pop-pop a nigga from
In world of madness muthafuckas die
sling and bang, and bitches always lie
So I choose to be murderous and chop up bodies
And set like an example, a villain john gotti
The muthafuckin gangsta
ring 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 niggas told me 'freeze!'
The barrel was my back, it's a jack
I knew I shoulda packed, I goin out like that
These caught me slippin, and fuck a yellow sack
Niggas must be trippin cause they touch my back
I hopped out of my and told him go ahead
And he tried to leave I busted a cap up in his head
With blood all over his face is how the fled
I dragged him out the car and filled his full of lead
These niggas out the kitchen if you can't the heat
Cause bitch, I'm a gangsta, shank ya, sank ya in the city

Aight,
pack the shit up, mayn