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 ain't give a fuck,
robbin niggas in the ghetto...
Armed

the Shocker]
I got twin glock like 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,
you see me bow down, address me a master like P
My murderistic tactics got niggas stackin off in the bushes,
Tryin to get me some G an dope to the
It's time for you to out, I'm tuggin up in your time card
WHy you do what you do, because like times
It's like here, hop, nigga clips... to the glock
I hits yo' block an watch his shit stop (It don't stop)
Bitches be like aw, off of some dumb shit, I runs
Nigga T-R-U's my click I come thick I cruise wit
(TRU!) a of niggas
that be to ride 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 house

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

[Silkk the
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 would you
(Master P: Hell yeah, would you blast?)
if the so much as tests me (Bloom!)
Hits wit all between the seem
(Master P: the bitch like Hakeem the Dream)
hit that nigga wit 21
(Master P: Fuck it, hit him wit 17)
I got K with the beam
(Master P: Fuck it, get the cream)
Ain't no wrestlin but these 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 that I peels caps
(Master P: I murder!)
Niggas get dealed with, hook 'em,
how you gon' fuck wit we real black
(Master P: A robbery)
an how we ride
(Master P: On a robbing spree from 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 niggas in body bags, bitch, I ain't actin
It's no substitutes on this shit, is the real shit
fuck what you heard 'cause, nigga, I'm ready to a bitch
You got my cash, gimme the grass, you hoes?
Kiss my ass, it's ninteen ninty-skrilla, bitches in the bag
It's time to spray ya, spray ya out Calgon
no love, murder muthafucka, this ain't no funny farm
Down South jackin,robbed, an they packin
Puttin niggas in muthafuckas trunks of the car, who
Wanna a ride, ride around the block,
time to go, ain't no love where 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 she'll 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 wake-up an smell the muthafuckin 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 like Gotti
comin up shizort, teck-9's to yo' muthafuckin hizeart
Nigga an eye for an eye, you fuck me, we gotta fuck you
An like my nigga Silkk said, it's to ride
I ain't got no money, I just pull a jack
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 if we kill each other, nigga
Y'all think it