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 twin like Tamira and Tia
Nigga tries to step, try to flex, an you'll get X-ed just 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 to the hookers
time for you to puch out, I'm tuggin up in your time card
WHy you do what you do, like times hard
like here, nigga hop, nigga clips... to the glock
I hits yo' block an watch his shit every (It don't stop)
Bitches be like aw, off of some dumb shit, I this
Nigga T-R-U's my click when I come I cruise wit
(TRU!) a gang of
be down to ride on yo' set
Niggas be trippin, cock the teck, an we wit yo' bet
Best I clock 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
'cause I'm a hustler, I'm a killa, who gives a fuck
if I murder another ghetto

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 baddest 2 since Billy an Jessie James
P you blast
(Master P: Hell yeah, would you blast?)
if the so much as tests me (Bloom!)
Hits them wit all between the
(Master P: Dump the bitch like 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 eighty-seven 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 that's how we
(Master P: On a robbing spree from down 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 Silkk be packin
I be puttin niggas in bags, bitch, I ain't actin
It's no substitutes on this shit, this is the real
fuck you heard 'cause, nigga, I'm ready to kill a bitch
You got my cash, the grass, lovin you hoes?
Kiss my ass, it's ninteen ninty-skrilla, bitches in the bag
It's time to spray ya, spray ya out Calgon
Ain't no love, murder muthafucka, this ain't no farm
South they jackin,robbed, an they packin
Puttin in muthafuckas trunks of the car, who jackin
take a ride, ride around the block,
it's to go, ain't no love where I'm from
Niggas for that white snow, an yo' bitch
I don't no hoe don't trust no bitch
She got Master P on her ass an she'll suck my (Damn)
Y'all mad 'cause I'm famous, it's time to ride,
It's time to ride, ain't no love on the South

P]
Y'all niggas better wake-up an smell the muthafuckin
I'm not to preach to y'all niggas but I'm tellin y'all niggas
ya ass an trust nobody
'cause in the ghetto lives like John 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 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 what you do
'cause we It! We rowdy!
But who gives a fuck if we kill each other,
Y'all think it