Luyện nghe bài hát Ghetto 211

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

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

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

[Silkk the
Taz tries to hit but I be back up out the route
Me an P countin G's, choppin up up in the crack house
The baddest 2 brothers since Billy an James
P you blast
(Master P: Hell yeah, Silkk you blast?)
if the nigga so much as me (Bloom!)
Hits them wit all between the
(Master P: the bitch like Hakeem the Dream)
I'ma hit that wit 21
(Master P: it, I'ma hit him wit 17)
I got K with the beam
(Master P: Fuck it, 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: fuck it, get yo' ass on the flo')
One eighty-seven I peels caps
(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 from down South to the Wessyde)

P]
1, 2, 3, yo' birthday
Ain't no love on muthafuckin first of the month,
yo' last day
See I be jackin, my nigga Silkk be
I be puttin niggas in body bags, bitch, I actin
It's no substitutes on this shit, is the real shit
fuck what you heard 'cause, nigga, I'm to kill a bitch
You got my cash, gimme the grass, you hoes?
my ass, it's ninteen ninty-skrilla, bitches in the body bag
It's to spray ya, spray ya out like Calgon
Ain't no love, murder muthafucka, this ain't no funny
South they jackin,robbed, an they packin
Puttin niggas in muthafuckas trunks of the car, who
take a ride, ride around the block,
it's time to go, ain't no love I'm from
Niggas for that white snow, an yo' bitch
I love no hoe don't trust no bitch
She got Master P on her ass an she'll suck my (Damn)
Y'all niggas mad 'cause I'm famous, 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 coffee
I'm not tryin to preach to y'all niggas but I'm y'all niggas
Watch ya ass an trust
'cause in the ghetto everybody lives John Gotti
Nigga comin up shizort, to yo' muthafuckin hizeart
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 pull a
but that's what I do
I'm not tellin you to do that, nigga, do you gotta do
'cause we It! We rowdy!
But who gives a fuck if we kill other, nigga
think about it