Luyện nghe bài hát City Streets

Spice one
in cali
Kickin that 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
Hollow a head without no brains inside
And his was so damn small, you had to strain your 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 and dashed, goin 90, I mashed
Bullet all in my window from a 12-gauge blast
He was all on my ass, I had to think fast
Hooked a left, all of a sudden a boom and a crash
to catch the cold, sold the devil his soul
Had his car and his face around a pole
With my vogues still smokin hit 580 to
Still upset with the police because my window was
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 seen my june
Jumped straight out like an arrow, had more than the pharaoh
Had my sweat suit on and it was read like a sparrow
I told him what had and he already knew
He said, "you got a little funky 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 laughin
And slapped each other's hands and said, "it's all blastin"
In the city

streets

[ 2 ]
Kickin it at the park shootin craps with homies
My first roll was a 7, so niggas 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 roll again, I'm with big ben
Now I ain't fade jack because I'm knockin with ten
I picked up the dice, shook em up and once mo'
What came out the whaddaya know, I hit that 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 nigga's always fuckin with 187 proof
I took a big-ass gulp and feelin tipsy
Knowin I'm like this these try to cheat me
Huh, they can't get me, I put em in his place
g-nut threw the gin and busted a nigga in his face
I thought it was quite funny, and I to smirk
The fat-ass niggas face was grounded lyin in the
So I picked up my mail, and I'm to go
Cause I'm about mo' money, mo' money, mo'
Now on his face, he rolled over just like that
And said, "this is a jack, gimme all my fuckin back"
I act like I was scared, gave his back fast
And when he tried to leave, I a cap up in his ass
These out the kitchen if you can't take the heat
Cause muthafuckas gank ya, shank ya, sank ya in the streets

The streets

[ 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 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 world of muthafuckas die
Niggas and bang, and bitches always lie
So I choose to be murderous and chop up niggas'
And set an example, a villain like john gotti
The muthafuckin s-p-i-c-e
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, a muthafuckin jack
I knew I packed, I ain't goin out like that
These niggas caught me slippin, and fuck a sack
Niggas be trippin cause they daytons touch my back
I hopped out of my shit and told him go
And when he tried to I busted a cap up in his head
With blood all over his is how the homie fled
I him out the car and filled his corpse full of lead
These niggas out the if you can't take the heat
Cause bitch, I'm a gangsta, shank ya, sank ya in the streets

Aight,
pack the shit up, mayn