Luyện nghe bài hát Spiceberg Slim [Intro]

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

(Spice 1)
Keepin' you like Hefner, but still John Gotti (Gotti)
Dime like platinum all over my body
my collar, pull a bleezy up out my rim
Who's that gangsta? Slim
Zodiac sign, playboy
Money hungry, full of power and
Real niggas ridin' fo' me and me
They get me, I dump till it's empty
Don't tempt me, I'm like Martin went off the Remy
Like the "Sixth Sense" I to dead O.G.'s
Walkin' around with the ball 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 relax your let your conscience flee
Rub your titties to the sound of
I'll be pervin', swervin', all up on the curb
Who the tip of the spiceberg? Slim

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

(Spice 1)
You a thug, youse a phone, you been stressin' the bum
You the in this motherfuckin' 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 extra
I'ma killer, youse a couch generic I'm high powered
You the soap on purpose in jail up in the shower
I'ma thug you get mugged, I'ma pound you one
I'm fifty calibur nigga, you just a slug
I'm you, hardwood, I'm hummer you hondi
soldier and you just a civilian scared to die
On the fuel you take it, I was you faked it
I keep my in the drama while you be ass-hole naked
I'm a big face hundred, you just a one dollar
You stack half a G while I half a mill
I'm the raw and uncut while you laced up bakin' soda (soda)
It's Spiceberg nigga, roll if you're throwed over

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

(Spice 1)
Nigga you ain't gon' squash grapes in a fruit
I smash mercormeek will shine in the moon light
Motherfucker I'm a chrome twenty-three, you just a little tin-tin
You one shot in a glass and I'm a 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
Recognize Spice 1 you see 'em
You don't own a strap, I break and grease 'em
I'm as a gun bare, you square as a pool table
And twice as as the chronic I inhale (*coughing*)
I'll put one in your while you're missin' multiple shots
I'm Lex, you just a motherfuckin' swatch
Mouse watch ass nigga
Well I'm a motherfuckin' pull-a-glock nigga
Smash niggas I'm gangsta like Stacey Adams, you like Hush Puppy
Spiceberg Slim motherfucker, can get ugly

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