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 and bones, cause 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 I knew that 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 think fast
Hooked a left, all of a sudden heard a boom and a
Tried to the cold, sold the devil his soul
Had his car and his face wrapped a pole
With my vogues smokin hit 580 to oakland
Still upset with the police because my window was
But my beat was still 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
a left on 23rd and seen my homeboy june
Jumped straight out like an arrow, had more gold than the
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 boom and your gun bang
And all you see was flames"
At that very moment and ray started laughin
And each other's hands and said, "it's all about blastin"
In the streets

streets

[ 2 ]
Kickin it at the park craps with some homies
My first 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 fuckin big ben
Now I ain't fade jack because I'm with that ten
I picked up the dice, shook em up and once mo'
What came out the do'? know, I hit that 4
Fuckin with the dank I'm hearin gaye's oldies
Fadin 20, took a sip of my 40
There go my g-nut with the gin and the juice
My nigga's always fuckin with that 187
I took a big-ass gulp and quite tipsy
I'm like this these niggas try to cheat me
Huh, they 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 quite funny, and I began to
The fat-ass niggas 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 money back"
I act like I was scared, gave his money back
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 ya, shank 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 make my money
If try to fade me, I pull out my nine
And a nigga from behind
In this world of 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 like john
The muthafuckin s-p-i-c-e
They ring my mobile phone, now who the could that be?
Bitch, I don't call me, I'm busy clockin g's
I it was the fuzz, but some niggas told me 'freeze!'
The barrel was my back, it's a jack
I I shoulda packed, I ain't goin out like that
These niggas caught me slippin, and fuck a yellow
Niggas must be trippin they daytons touch my back
I out of my shit and told him go ahead
And when he tried to leave I busted a cap up in his
blood all over 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 the heat
Cause bitch, I'm a gangsta, shank ya, sank ya in the city

Aight,
pack the shit up, mayn