Luyện nghe bài hát City Streets

Spice one
Coolin in
that gangsta shit
You get it?

[ 1 ]
Hopped in my blazer, mashed off and left a boy in his car,
Tagged him with the and bones, cause he be soften
Hollow like a head without no inside
And his girl was so damn small, you had to strain 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, 90, I mashed
Bullet holes all in my window a 12-gauge blast
He was all on my ass, I had to think real
Hooked a left, all of a sudden heard a and a crash
Tried to catch the cold, the devil his soul
Had his car and his face around a pole
my vogues still smokin hit 580 to oakland
Still upset the police because my window was broken
But my beat was still bumpin and my amp was still
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
Jumped straight out like an arrow, had more gold the pharaoh
Had my nikey sweat suit on and it was like a sparrow
I told him what had happened and he knew
He said, "you got a little funky a fake-ass crew
The bass went boom and your gun went
And all you see was flames"
At that very coke and ray started laughin
And slapped other's hands and said, "it's all about blastin"
In the streets

streets

[ 2 ]
it at the park shootin craps with some homies
My first roll was a 7, so niggas get on me
So since my point is 4, I a little 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 because I'm knockin with ten
I up the dice, shook em up and rolled once mo'
What came out the do'? 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 with the gin and the juice
My nigga's fuckin with that 187 proof
I took a gulp and feelin quite tipsy
Knowin I'm like this these niggas try to me
Huh, they can't get with me, I put em in his
Then g-nut the gin and busted a nigga in his face
I thought it was quite funny, and I began to
The fat-ass face was grounded lyin in the dirt
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, his money 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 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 a nigga from behind
In this world of madness die
Niggas and bang, and bitches always lie
So I choose to be murderous and chop up bodies
And set like an example, a villain like gotti
The muthafuckin gangsta
ring my mobile phone, now who the fuck could that be?
Bitch, I said 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 muthafuckin
I knew I shoulda packed, I goin out like that
These niggas caught me slippin, and fuck a 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 a cap up in his head
With blood all over his face is how the fled
I him out the car and filled his corpse full of lead
These out the kitchen if you can't take the heat
bitch, I'm a gangsta, shank ya, sank ya in the city streets

Aight,
Let's pack the up, mayn