Luyện nghe bài hát Spiceberg Slim [Intro]

(Chorus: 1)
All man, twenty-three inch rim
Who's gangsta? Spiceberg Slim
Who's trippin'? Hustla pimpin'?
Gangsta limpin'? Slim

(Spice 1)
Keepin' you like Hefner, but still John Gotti (Gotti)
Dime pieces like platinum all my body
my collar, pull a bleezy up out my rim
Who's gangsta? Spiceberg Slim
sign, playboy bunny
Money hungry, full of power and
Real niggas fo' me and wit' me
wan' get me, I dump till it's empty
Don't tempt me, I'm flash Martin went off the Remy
Like the "Sixth Sense" I talk to O.G.'s
around with the ball timers thug disease
Ain't no cure for (cure for this)
And if it is I don't it (want it)
I'm poppin' pimp pills, stabbin' for sayin' blunted
Baby your mind let your conscience flee
Rub your titties to the sound of
be pervin', swervin', runnin' all up on the curb
Who the tip of the Spiceberg Slim

(Chorus: 1)
All black man, inch rim
Who's that gangsta? Slim
Who's that Hustla pimpin'?
limpin'? Spiceberg Slim

(Spice 1)
You a thug, youse a phone, you been stressin' the bum
You the monkey in this game and I'm King Kong
You think it's fuckin', I'm the shit, I'ma and youse a bitch
I pack extra clips, you pack lipstick
I'ma killer, a couch with generic I'm high powered
You dropped the soap on purpose in jail up in the
I'ma you get mugged, I'ma pound you one blood
I'm fifty calibur nigga, you just a twenty-two
I'm paddin' you, hardwood, I'm you hondi
I'ma soldier and you just a scared to die
On the fuel you it, I was real you faked it
I my heat in the drama while you be ass-hole naked
I'm a big hundred, you just a one dollar bill
You stack half a G while I stack half a
I'm the raw and while you laced up with bakin' soda (soda)
It's Spiceberg Slim nigga, roll if you're over

(Chorus: 1)
All black man, twenty-three rim
Who's gangsta? Spiceberg Slim
that trippin'? Hustla pimpin'?
Gangsta limpin'? Spiceberg

(Spice 1)
Nigga you ain't gon' squash grapes in a fruit
While I smash mercormeek will in the moon light
Motherfucker I'm like a chrome twenty-three, you just a tin-tin
You one in a glass and I'm a whole fifth of hen
I'm a shark a rim, you just a tadpole in a pond
You such and such, I'm Bossalini the Don nigga
Spice 1 when you see 'em
You own a strap, I break down and grease 'em
I'm round as a gun bare, you square as a table
And as green as the chronic I inhale (*coughing*)
I'll put one in your dome you're missin' multiple shots
I'm presidential Lex, you just a swatch
Mickey Mouse ass nigga
I'm a motherfuckin' pull-a-glock fast nigga
Smash niggas I'm like Stacey Adams, you soft like Hush Puppy
Slim motherfucker, shit can get ugly

(Chorus: 1)
All black man, inch rim
that gangsta? Spiceberg Slim
Who's that trippin'? Hustla
Gangsta Spiceberg Slim
All man, twenty-three inch rim
Who's that gangsta? Slim
Who's that Hustla pimpin'?
Gangsta limpin'? Slim