Luyện nghe bài hát Ghetto 211

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

[Silkk the
I got twin glock like and Tia
Nigga tries to step, try to flex, an you'll get just like Mia
See, I be a gangsta like T, a murdera C,
when you see me bow down, address me a master P
My murderistic tactics got stackin off in the bushes, trees
Tryin to get me some G an to the hookers
It's for you to puch out, I'm tuggin up in your time card
WHy you do what you do, because times hard
It's like here, hop, nigga clips... to the glock
I hits yo' block an his shit every stop (It don't stop)
Bitches be like aw, off of some dumb shit, I this
T-R-U's my click when I come thick 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 believe I G's, nigga no dice, I time the blast,
I smash, I'm up in house

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

the Shocker]
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 2 brothers since Billy an Jessie James
P you blast
(Master P: Hell yeah, Silkk 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: it, I'ma hit him wit 17)
I got that K the beam
(Master P: it, I'ma get the cream)
Ain't no wrestlin but these niggas like
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 I peels caps
(Master P: I murder!)
Niggas get dealed with, nigga 'em,
how you gon' fuck wit we real black
(Master P: A robbery)
an how we ride
(Master P: On a spree from down South to the Wessyde)

P]
1, 2, 3, yo' birthday
Ain't no love on this muthafuckin of the month,
it's yo' day
See I be jackin, my nigga be packin
I be puttin niggas in body bags, bitch, I actin
It's no substitutes on this shit, this is the shit
fuck what you 'cause, nigga, I'm ready to kill a bitch
You got my cash, gimme the grass, you hoes?
Kiss my ass, it's ninty-skrilla, bitches in the body bag
It's time to spray ya, ya out like Calgon
Ain't no love, murder muthafucka, this ain't no farm
South they jackin,robbed, an they packin
Puttin niggas in muthafuckas 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 killin for 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 my dick (Damn)
Y'all 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 an smell the muthafuckin coffee
I'm not tryin to preach to niggas but I'm tellin y'all niggas
Watch ya ass an trust
in the ghetto everybody lives 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 like my Silkk said, it's time 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 what you do
'cause we It! We rowdy!
But who gives a if we kill each other, nigga
Y'all think it