Luyện nghe bài hát City Streets

Spice one
in cali
Kickin gangsta shit
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
like a head without no brains inside
And his girl was so damn small, you had to strain your
Got to the corner, hit a left, the hpd
That's when I that they were after s-p-i-c-e
Turned up my music and dashed, 90, I mashed
Bullet holes all in my window from a blast
He was all on my ass, I had to think real
a left, all of a sudden heard a boom and a crash
Tried to catch the cold, sold the devil his
Had his car and his face around a pole
With my vogues still smokin hit 580 to
Still upset the police because my window was broken
But my beat was still bumpin and my amp was pumpin
And my nine was in my lap if any funk was
Got the 20th and as I kicked 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 had happened and he already knew
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 that very moment coke and ray laughin
And slapped other's hands and said, "it's all about blastin"
In the city

City

[ 2 ]
Kickin it at the park shootin craps some homies
My first roll was a 7, so can't get on me
So since my point is 4, I left a joe
I'm kissin on the dice and I'm em like my hoe
So I roll again, I'm fuckin with big ben
Now I ain't fade jack I'm knockin with that ten
I picked up the dice, em up and rolled once mo'
What came out the do'? whaddaya know, I hit 4
Fuckin with the I'm hearin marvin gaye's oldies
Fadin 20, took a sip of my 40
There go my homie g-nut the gin and the juice
My always fuckin with that 187 proof
I took a big-ass gulp and feelin quite
I'm like this these niggas try to cheat me
Huh, can't get with me, I put em in his place
Then threw the gin and busted a nigga in his face
I thought it was funny, and I began to smirk
The niggas face was grounded lyin in the dirt
So I up my mail, and I'm about to go
Cause I'm 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 back
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 muthafuckas gank ya, shank ya, ya in the city streets

The city

[ 3 ]
A few weeks back I robbed a for a ki
Kickin it on the block, d to o-p-e
Yo, runnin from the five-o, you this shit is funny
By any means necessary I must make my
If niggas try to me, I pull out my nine
And pop-pop-pop-pop a from behind
In this of madness muthafuckas die
Niggas sling and bang, and always 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 my mobile phone, now who the fuck could that be?
Bitch, I don't call me, I'm busy clockin g's
I thought it was the fuzz, but some told me 'freeze!'
The barrel was my back, a muthafuckin jack
I I shoulda packed, I ain't goin out like that
niggas caught me slippin, and fuck a yellow sack
Niggas must be cause they daytons touch my back
I hopped out of my and told him go ahead
And when he tried to leave I busted a cap up in his
With blood all over his face is how the homie
I dragged him out the car and filled his full of lead
niggas out the kitchen if you can't take the heat
Cause bitch, I'm a gangsta, shank ya, sank ya in the streets

Aight,
Let's the shit up, mayn