Luyện nghe bài hát Ghetto Symphony

[Snoop

Yo nephew, give me some of that No shit
Yeah..
We got my nigga Fiend in the
in this motherfucker
Mystikal all up in bitch
Goldie Loc,
My nephew the Shocker
Oh yeah, we got somethin for the too
Mia X, run bitch

X]
Lyrical arsonist, alligator
Down South, hustler, former weight
I'm Mother, of the Tank, birth to an army
Guerilla millionaires, so even ask, if you wanna
get to clappin, soldier action of style
We made the whole world respect the while
some of niggaz talk shit and get mad
Cause we did it with a foot up your ass, and it's still
I cares not about your or the block
I'm still that bitch to run up in your spot and knock you off
Broad, with the cause (yeah) on a mission
Keep them by they nuts while you hoes be dick kissin
Missin the game, damn bitch it's written in ebonics
So shake that come-up off you brain and do the
Mia X, kickin off the ghetto
Next soldier up, em who the FUCK you be

WHUT? It's Fiend
Put me in the ring with real MC's, and em run for cover
and hidin in trees, to escape the mic I breathe on
on, exceed on!
Weak rappers with titles twelve
Hit a that's what I'll feed on!
Microphone Don, flesh, talkin bomb
harm, to the calm, and, them be alarmed
It's the African, oh, you battle again?
I'll turn, you and your mans, to my yesterday
Oh damn, totin two pistols like Sam
Old man be grand, as the Southern band
Pickups and caravans, the soldier, could, that can
I would be the man, but God beat me to them

Dogg]
Next up, on the
C-Murder, get for the symphony

I be's that on the tank, always trippin never slippin
Have you and missin, that fool in your picture
Call me Bossalinie without the Mo's at shows
And dose who oppose (why?) we runnin them hoes
three-hundred and sixty-five motherfuckin days a
I your fool staggerin just like a bottle of beer
You niggaz runnin from the cops, well I ain't no mo'
I the bird when I swerve, man, FUCK them hoes
I'm my nagga, but uh, I thought y'all knew that, shit
Oh you ain't see the news? I'm the nigga with the TRU tat
Ask my nigga Keno, shit, I just don't give a
And if you run up wrong, fuck you up, you bitch you

[Snoop
up, on the M-I-C
Silkk the Shocker get busy on the

[Silkk the
Now would I COME THIS FAR FUCKER? If I didn't like a hit
Y'all didn't know the fuck y'all thinkin bout
You sound a bitch (beotch!)
Shit it sound like a wish, you when you got a motherfuckin hit,
bitch?? it sound like this!
Or you fake get enough heart, and try to bust a
at this click
Fuck and miss, then fuck around and get
in a ditch
Gotta labels give me dough, they find I can, gross this much
shit, you can tell em I ain't, wrote this stuff
Silkk the Shocker, KLC and mash like, Snoop and Dre nigga
Y'all can relate to ??? ??? get a like, MJ nigga
It where you from; it's where the -- FUCK YOU AT
N-O-L-I-M-I-T, Top Dogg, and I'm with that

Dogg]
Next up, on the
get busy on the symphony

WHOO MOTHERFUCKER GOD DAMN!!
I it HYYYYYYPE, BITCH I'M THE MAN!
When the FUCK you ever heard somebody say that they say my song
or that I don't roll on every fuckin verse I'm ON
(That Mystikal tighter than a muh'fucker) HAHHHHH?
I came up off of _Peter Piper_ bells and the _Bad_
nigga to be pissed off with me
cause their old lady they call me their
pilin up and crowdin up, but I'm their FAVORITE
The type to fly a Z-28 IROC
And you in your motherfuckin face (HIII-YAH)
Your album ain't tite, WHAT IN THE IS YOU PUSHIN?
You played out like old woman pussy

Dogg]
Next up, on the
Loc, get busy on the symphony

[Goldie
Now watch me put these haters to the test, with my stress
Fold em em fifty, get the shit up off my chest
anger, all natural gangsta energy
Goldie Loc the name, Dogg House
Motherfuckers better start up (whattup whattup)
We in the Tank punk busters, motherfuckers don't wanna see us up
Little Goldie Loc, Goldie the same thang
Smashin for the hood, cause I wanted to

[Snoop
up, I believe that's me
Snoop Dogg, up the mic for the symphony

This jam is dedicated to all
That thought I wasn't comin, out some exquisite, rhymes
But OK, cause now I'm back
To all the rumors, and straighten the facts
Like umm, bad, gettin ganked for my bank
Now you all on my dick you see I'm TRU Tank Dogg
You say, "Mmmm mmm mmm! Ain't that
Dogg I bought yo' album, my nigga, that shit is
I apologize, I'm sorry for the
Can I get your for my baby momma?"
Shit I'm settin it off, lettin it off,
Hustlin, rushin, motherfuckers
Droppin the heat, up the street, we 'posed to
I put pistol in your mouth, now what you gon' do?
Top of the line, first
I pop a cap in yo' ass, then pop some more in the
Too to quit, I'm spittin gangsta shit
Man fuck all that yappin, we that gun clappin

No Limit, yeah, what's happenin
all that yappin, we bout that gun clappin

In the world, talk is cheap
Actions speak louder than
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