Luyện nghe bài hát City Streets

Spice one
in cali
Kickin that gangsta
You get it?

[ 1 ]
Hopped in my blazer, off and left a boy in his car, then
Tagged him with the skull and bones, he be soften
Hollow like a 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
up my music and dashed, goin 90, I mashed
Bullet holes all in my from a 12-gauge blast
He was all on my ass, I had to real fast
Hooked a left, all of a sudden heard a and a crash
to catch the cold, sold the devil his soul
Had his car and his face wrapped around a
my vogues still smokin hit 580 to oakland
Still upset the police 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 20th and as I kicked my tune
a left on 23rd and seen my homeboy june
Jumped straight out like an arrow, had gold than the pharaoh
Had my nikey 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 with a crew
The bass went boom and your gun bang
And all you see was flames"
At that very moment coke and ray laughin
And each other's hands and said, "it's all about blastin"
In the city

streets

[ 2 ]
Kickin it at the shootin craps with some 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 and I'm pimpin em like my hoe
So then I again, I'm fuckin with 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'
What out the do'? whaddaya know, I hit that 4
Fuckin with the I'm hearin marvin gaye's oldies
Fadin 20, took a sip of my 40
There go my g-nut with the gin and the juice
My always fuckin with that 187 proof
I a big-ass gulp and feelin quite tipsy
Knowin I'm like this these try to cheat me
Huh, they 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 lyin in the dirt
So I picked up my mail, and I'm to go
Cause I'm that mo' money, mo' money, mo'
Now homie on his face, he rolled over just that
And said, "this is a jack, gimme all my fuckin 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 if you can't take the heat
Cause muthafuckas gank ya, 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, d to o-p-e
Yo, runnin the five-o, you think this shit is funny
By any means I must make my money
If niggas try to fade me, I pull out my
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 ring my mobile phone, now who the 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, it's a muthafuckin
I knew I shoulda packed, I ain't goin out that
These niggas caught me slippin, and fuck a yellow
Niggas must be trippin cause they daytons touch my
I hopped out of my shit and him go ahead
And he tried to leave 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 his corpse full of lead
niggas out the kitchen if you can't take the heat
Cause bitch, I'm a gangsta, shank ya, sank ya in the streets

Aight,
pack the shit up, mayn