Luyện nghe bài hát City Streets

Spice one
in cali
Kickin gangsta shit
You get it?

[ 1 ]
Hopped in my blazer, off and left a boy in his car, then
Tagged him with the skull and bones, cause he be
Hollow like a head without no inside
And his girl was so damn small, you had to 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 window a 12-gauge blast
He was all on my ass, I had to real fast
Hooked a left, all of a heard 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 beat was still bumpin and my amp was pumpin
And my nine was in my lap if any funk was
Got the 20th and nice as I my tune
Hooked a left on 23rd and seen my june
straight out like an arrow, had more gold than the pharaoh
Had my nikey suit on and it was read like a sparrow
I told him what had happened and he knew
He said, "you got a little funky with a fake-ass
The bass went boom and your gun went
And all you see was flames"
At that moment coke and ray started laughin
And slapped each other's and said, "it's all about blastin"
In the streets

City

[ 2 ]
Kickin it at the park shootin craps with homies
My first roll was a 7, so can't get on me
So since my point is 4, I a little joe
I'm kissin on the dice and I'm pimpin em my hoe
So I roll again, I'm fuckin with big ben
Now I ain't fade jack because I'm knockin with ten
I picked up the dice, em up and rolled once mo'
What out the do'? whaddaya know, I hit that 4
Fuckin with the dank I'm hearin gaye's oldies
Fadin another 20, 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 quite
I'm like this these niggas try to cheat me
Huh, can't get with me, I put em in his place
Then g-nut the gin and busted a nigga 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 homie on his face, he over just like that
And said, "this is a jack, gimme all my 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 ya, shank ya, sank ya in the city streets

The city

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

Aight,
pack the shit up, mayn