Luyện nghe bài hát Spiceberg Slim [Intro]

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

(Spice 1)
Keepin' you Hefner, but still John like Gotti (Gotti)
Dime like platinum all over my body
P-a-pop my collar, a bleezy up out my rim
that gangsta? Spiceberg Slim
Zodiac sign, playboy
Money hungry, of power and cream
Real niggas fo' me and wit' me
They wan' get me, I till it's empty
Don't tempt me, I'm flash Martin went off the Remy
Like the "Sixth Sense" I to dead O.G.'s
Walkin' around the ball timers thug disease
Ain't no for this (cure for this)
And if it is I want it (want it)
I'm poppin' pimp pills, still stabbin' for sayin'
relax your mind let your conscience flee
Rub titties to the sound of S-P-I-C-E
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 gangsta? Spiceberg Slim
Who's that Hustla pimpin'?
Gangsta Spiceberg Slim

(Spice 1)
You ain't a thug, a phone, you been stressin' the bum
You the monkey in this motherfuckin' and I'm King Kong
You think fuckin', I'm the shit, I'ma gangsta and youse a bitch
I pack clips, you pack extra lipstick
I'ma killer, youse a couch with generic I'm high
You the soap on purpose in jail up in the shower
I'ma thug you get mugged, pound you one blood
I'm calibur nigga, you just a twenty-two slug
I'm paddin' you, hardwood, I'm hummer you
I'ma soldier and you a civilian scared to die
On the fuel you take it, I was real you it
I keep my heat in the drama you be ass-hole naked
I'm a big face hundred, you just a one dollar
You stack half a G while I stack a mill
I'm the raw and while you laced up with bakin' soda (soda)
Spiceberg Slim nigga, roll if you're throwed over

(Chorus: 1)
All man, twenty-three inch rim
that gangsta? Spiceberg Slim
Who's that trippin'? pimpin'?
Gangsta limpin'? 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 with a rim, you just a tadpole in a pond
You emcee and such, I'm Bossalini the Don nigga
Spice 1 when you see 'em
You don't own a strap, I break down and 'em
I'm as a gun bare, you square as a pool 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 watch ass nigga
Well I'm a motherfuckin' pull-a-glock nigga
Smash niggas I'm gangsta like Stacey Adams, you soft Hush Puppy
Spiceberg motherfucker, shit can get ugly

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