Luyện nghe bài hát Ghetto 211

P]
We got no money
so me an Silkk hit a crack house for some dope, haha
Muthafuckin police give a fuck,
robbin niggas in the ghetto...
Armed

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

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

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

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

P]
Y'all niggas better wake-up an smell the muthafuckin
I'm not tryin to preach to y'all niggas but I'm tellin niggas
ya ass an trust nobody
'cause in the ghetto everybody like John Gotti
Nigga comin up shizort, teck-9's to yo' muthafuckin
Nigga live an eye for an eye, you me, we gotta fuck you
An my nigga Silkk said, it's time to ride
I ain't got no money, I might just a jack
but that's what I 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 think it