Luyện nghe bài hát Ghetto 211

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

[Silkk the
I got twin glock Tamira and Tia
tries to step, try to flex, an you'll get X-ed just like 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 stackin off in the bushes, trees
Tryin to get me G an dope to the hookers
It's time for you to out, I'm tuggin up in your time card
WHy you do you do, because like times hard
like here, nigga hop, nigga clips... to the glock
I hits yo' block an watch his shit stop (It don't 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 of niggas
be down to ride on yo' set
Niggas be trippin, cock the teck, an we wit yo' bet
Best believe I G's, nigga 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 another nigga
I'm a hustler, 'cause I'm a killa, who gives a fuck
if I another ghetto nigga

[Silkk the
Taz tries to hit but I be back up out the route
Me an P countin G's, choppin up keys up in the crack
The baddest 2 brothers since Billy an Jessie
P you blast
(Master P: Hell yeah, would you blast?)
if the nigga so as tests me (Bloom!)
Hits them wit all between the
(Master P: Dump the like Hakeem the Dream)
I'ma hit 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 niggas 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 that I caps
(Master P: I murder!)
Niggas get with, nigga hook 'em,
how you gon' wit niggas 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,
it's yo' day
See I be jackin, my nigga be packin
I be puttin in body bags, bitch, I ain't actin
no substitutes on this shit, this is the real shit
fuck what you heard 'cause, nigga, I'm ready to kill a
You got my cash, gimme the grass, you hoes?
Kiss my ass, it's 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
Down South they jackin,robbed, an 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 killin for that snow, an yo' bitch
I don't love no hoe don't trust no
She got Master P on her ass an she'll suck my (Damn)
Y'all niggas mad 'cause I'm famous, it's 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 y'all niggas but I'm y'all niggas
Watch ya ass an nobody
'cause in the ghetto everybody lives John Gotti
Nigga comin up shizort, teck-9's to yo' hizeart
live an eye for an eye, you fuck me, we gotta fuck you
An like my nigga Silkk said, it's time to
I ain't got no money, I might just a jack
but that's I might do
I'm not tellin you to do that, nigga, do what you do
we Bout It! We rowdy!
But who gives a if we kill each other, nigga
think about it