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
him with the skull and bones, cause he be soften
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
That's when I knew that they were s-p-i-c-e
Turned up my music and dashed, goin 90, I
holes 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
Tried to the cold, sold the devil his soul
Had his car and his wrapped around a pole
With my vogues smokin hit 580 to oakland
Still upset with the because my window 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 and nice as I kicked my tune
Hooked a left on 23rd and seen my homeboy
Jumped straight out an arrow, had more gold than 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 and your gun went bang
And all you see was flames"
At that very moment and ray started laughin
And slapped each hands and said, "it's all about blastin"
In the streets

City

[ 2 ]
Kickin it at the park shootin with some homies
My first roll was a 7, so can't 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 ain't fade jack I'm knockin with that ten
I picked up the dice, shook em up and once mo'
came out the do'? 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 g-nut with the gin and the
My nigga's always fuckin with 187 proof
I a big-ass gulp and feelin quite tipsy
Knowin I'm this these niggas 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 funny, and I began to smirk
The fat-ass niggas face was grounded in the dirt
So I up my mail, and I'm about 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 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
niggas out the kitchen 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, d to o-p-e
Yo, runnin from the five-o, you this shit is funny
By any means I must make my money
If niggas try to fade me, I pull out my
And pop-pop-pop-pop a nigga from
In this world of madness die
Niggas sling and bang, and bitches lie
So I choose to be murderous and chop up niggas'
And set like an example, a villain like gotti
The muthafuckin s-p-i-c-e
ring my mobile phone, now who the fuck could that be?
Bitch, I said call me, I'm busy clockin g's
I thought it was the fuzz, but some niggas 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 a yellow sack
Niggas must be trippin cause they touch my back
I hopped out of my shit and him go ahead
And when he tried to leave I a cap up in his head
With blood all his face is how the homie fled
I him out the car and filled his corpse full of lead
These niggas out the kitchen if you can't take the
Cause bitch, I'm a gangsta, shank ya, sank ya in the streets

Aight,
Let's pack the shit up,