Luyện nghe bài hát Ghetto 211

P]
We ain't got no
so me an Silkk gon' hit a crack house for dope, haha
Muthafuckin police ain't a fuck,
niggas niggas in the ghetto...
Armed

[Silkk the
I got twin glock like and Tia
Nigga tries to step, try to flex, an get X-ed just like Mia
See, I be a like T, a murdera like C,
when you see me bow down, me a master like P
My murderistic got niggas stackin off in the bushes, trees
Tryin to get me some G an dope to the
It's for you to puch out, I'm tuggin up in your time card
WHy you do what you do, because like hard
It's like here, nigga hop, nigga clips... to the
I yo' block an watch his shit every stop (It don't stop)
be like aw, off of some dumb shit, I runs this
Nigga T-R-U's my click when I thick I cruise wit
(TRU!) a gang of
that be down to on yo' set
Niggas be trippin, the teck, an we ride wit yo' bet
Best believe I clock G's, nigga no dice, I the blast,
I smash, I'm up in your

'cause I'm a hustler, 'cause I'm a killa, who a fuck
if I murder another ghetto
I'm a hustler, 'cause I'm a killa, who gives a fuck
if I murder ghetto nigga

[Silkk the
Taz to hit but I be back up out the back route
Me an P countin G's, choppin up keys up in the crack
The baddest 2 brothers since Billy an Jessie
P would you
(Master P: Hell yeah, would you blast?)
if the so much as tests me (Bloom!)
Hits them wit all the seem
(Master P: the bitch like Hakeem the Dream)
I'ma hit nigga wit 21
(Master P: Fuck it, hit him wit 17)
I got that K with the
(Master P: Fuck it, get the cream)
Ain't no wrestlin but these niggas tag-team
Be like, 1 for the
(Master P: I be 2 for the dope)
be like 3 for all my
(Master P: fuck it, get yo' ass on the flo')
One that I peels caps
(Master P: I murder!)
Niggas get dealed with, nigga 'em,
how you gon' fuck wit niggas we black
(Master P: A robbery)
an how we ride
(Master P: On a robbing spree down South to the Wessyde)

P]
1, 2, 3, it's yo'
Ain't no love on muthafuckin first of the month,
yo' last day
See I be jackin, my nigga be packin
I be puttin in body bags, bitch, I ain't actin
It's no substitutes on this shit, is the real shit
fuck what you 'cause, nigga, I'm ready to kill a bitch
You got my cash, gimme the grass, you hoes?
Kiss my ass, ninteen ninty-skrilla, bitches in the body bag
time to spray ya, spray ya out like Calgon
Ain't no love, murder muthafucka, this ain't no farm
Down South jackin,robbed, an they packin
niggas in muthafuckas trunks of the car, who jackin
Wanna take a ride, ride the block,
it's time to go, ain't no love I'm from
Niggas killin for that snow, an yo' bitch
I don't no hoe don't trust no bitch
She got Master P on her ass an suck my dick (Damn)
niggas mad 'cause I'm famous, it's time to ride,
It's time to ride, no love on the South Side

P]
Y'all niggas better wake-up an smell the muthafuckin
I'm not tryin to preach to niggas but I'm tellin y'all niggas
Watch ya ass an nobody
'cause in the ghetto everybody like John Gotti
Nigga up shizort, teck-9's to yo' muthafuckin hizeart
Nigga live an eye for an eye, you fuck me, we fuck you
An my nigga Silkk said, it's time to ride
I ain't got no money, I might just pull a
but that's I might do
I'm not tellin you to do that, nigga, do you gotta do
we Bout It! We rowdy!
But who gives a if we kill each other, nigga
Y'all about it