Luyện nghe bài hát City Streets

Spice one
Coolin in
Kickin gangsta shit
You get it?

[ 1 ]
in my blazer, mashed off and left a boy in his car, then
Tagged him with the skull and bones, he be soften
Hollow like a head no brains inside
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 they were after s-p-i-c-e
up my music and dashed, goin 90, I mashed
Bullet holes all in my window from a 12-gauge
He was all on my ass, I had to real fast
Hooked a left, all of a sudden heard a and a crash
Tried to catch the cold, sold the his soul
Had his car and his face wrapped a pole
my vogues still smokin hit 580 to oakland
Still upset with the police my window was broken
But my beat was still bumpin and my amp was pumpin
And my nine was in my lap if any was jumpin
Got the 20th and nice as I kicked my
a left on 23rd and seen my homeboy june
Jumped straight out an arrow, had more gold than the pharaoh
Had my nikey sweat suit on and it was read a sparrow
I told him had happened and he already knew
He said, "you got a funky with a fake-ass crew
The bass went boom and gun went bang
And all you see was flames"
At that very moment coke and ray started
And slapped each hands and said, "it's all about blastin"
In the city

City

[ 2 ]
Kickin it at the park shootin craps with homies
My roll was a 7, so niggas can't 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 then I roll again, I'm fuckin big ben
Now I ain't fade because I'm knockin with that ten
I picked up the dice, shook em up and rolled mo'
came out the do'? whaddaya know, I hit that 4
Fuckin the dank I'm hearin marvin gaye's oldies
another 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 feelin quite
Knowin I'm like this these 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 face was grounded lyin 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 rolled over just like
And said, "this is a jack, gimme all my fuckin back"
I act like I was scared, gave his money back
And he tried to leave, I busted 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 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 think this shit is
By any means I must make my money
If try to fade me, I pull out my nine
And pop-pop-pop-pop a from behind
In this world of madness die
Niggas sling and bang, and always lie
So I choose to be murderous and chop up bodies
And set like an example, a villain like gotti
The muthafuckin s-p-i-c-e
They ring my mobile phone, now who the could that be?
Bitch, I said don't call me, I'm clockin g's
I thought it was the fuzz, but niggas told me 'freeze!'
The barrel was my back, it's a muthafuckin
I knew I shoulda packed, I ain't goin out that
These niggas me slippin, and fuck a yellow sack
Niggas be trippin cause they daytons touch my back
I hopped out of my and told him go ahead
And he tried to leave I busted a cap up in his head
blood all over his face is how the homie fled
I dragged him out the car and filled his corpse full of
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,
pack the shit up, mayn