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
him with the skull and bones, cause 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 I knew that they were after s-p-i-c-e
Turned up my and dashed, goin 90, I mashed
Bullet holes all in my window from a blast
He was all on my ass, I had to think fast
Hooked a left, all of a sudden a boom and a crash
Tried to catch the cold, sold the his soul
Had his car and his wrapped around a pole
With my vogues smokin hit 580 to oakland
Still upset with the police because my window was
But my beat was still bumpin and my amp was still
And my was in my lap if any funk was jumpin
Got the and nice as I kicked my tune
Hooked a left on and seen my homeboy june
Jumped straight out like an arrow, had gold than the pharaoh
Had my nikey sweat suit on and it was like a sparrow
I told him had happened and he already knew
He said, "you got a little funky with a fake-ass
The bass boom and your gun went bang
And all you see was flames"
At very moment coke and ray started laughin
And slapped each other's and said, "it's all about blastin"
In the streets

streets

[ 2 ]
Kickin it at the park shootin craps with some
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 then I again, I'm fuckin with big ben
Now I ain't fade jack because I'm knockin that ten
I picked up the dice, em up and rolled once 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 that 187 proof
I took a big-ass gulp and feelin quite
Knowin I'm like this these try to cheat me
Huh, they can't get with me, I put em in his
Then g-nut threw the gin and busted a nigga in his
I thought it was quite funny, and I began to
The niggas 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 homie on his face, he rolled over just that
And said, "this is a jack, gimme all my money back"
I act like I was scared, his money back fast
And he tried to leave, I busted a cap up in his ass
These niggas out the kitchen if you can't take the
Cause muthafuckas gank ya, shank ya, sank ya in the city

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 from the five-o, you think shit is funny
By any means necessary I must make my
If try to fade me, I pull out my nine
And pop-pop-pop-pop a from behind
In this of madness muthafuckas die
sling and bang, and bitches always lie
So I choose to be and chop up niggas' bodies
And set like an example, a like john gotti
The muthafuckin gangsta
They my mobile phone, now who the fuck could that be?
Bitch, I said don't me, I'm busy clockin g's
I it was the fuzz, but some niggas told me 'freeze!'
The was my back, it's a muthafuckin jack
I knew I shoulda packed, I ain't goin out like
These niggas me slippin, and fuck a yellow 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 busted a cap up in his
With all over his face is how the homie fled
I dragged him out the car and his corpse full 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 streets

Aight,
Let's pack the up, mayn