Luyện nghe bài hát Ghetto Symphony

Dogg]

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

X]
Lyrical arsonist, lady
South, hustler, former weight smuggler
I'm Mother, of the Tank, gave to an army
Guerilla millionaires, so don't ask, if you wanna
get to clappin, soldier specialty of style
We the whole world respect the underground while
some of y'all niggaz talk and get mad
Cause we did it with a foot up ass, and it's still there
I cares not about your click or the
I'm still that same to run up in your spot and knock you off
Broad, with the cause (yeah) on a mission
Keep niggaz by they nuts while you hoes be dick kissin
Missin the game, damn bitch it's written in ebonics
So that come-up off you brain and do the knowledge
Mia X, off the ghetto symphony
Next soldier up, em who the FUCK you be

WHUT? It's y'all
Put me in the ring with MC's, and watch em run for cover
and hidin in trees, to escape the mic I breathe on
Bleed on, on!
Weak with titles after twelve
Hit a bell that's what I'll on!
Microphone Don, walkin flesh, talkin
harm, to the calm, and, them be alarmed
It's the African, oh, you wanna again?
turn, you and your mans, to my yesterday plans
Oh damn, totin two pistols Yosemite Sam
Old man be grand, loud as the Southern
Pickups and caravans, the soldier, could, that can
I would be the man, but God beat me to plans

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

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

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

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

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

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

[Snoop
Next up, on the
Goldie Loc, get busy on the

Loc]
Now watch me put these haters to the test, with my stress
Fold em fuck em fifty, get the shit up off my
Releasin anger, all gangsta energy
Loc the name, Dogg House game
Motherfuckers better start up (whattup whattup)
We in the Tank busters, motherfuckers don't wanna see us loc'd up
Goldie Loc, Goldie Locks the same thang
Smashin for the hood, I wanted to gangbang

Dogg]
Last up, I believe me
Dogg, light up the mic for the symphony

This jam is to all non-optimistics
That thought I comin, out with some exquisite, rhymes
But that's OK, cause now I'm
To all the rumors, and straighten the facts
Like umm, doin bad, gettin ganked for my
Now you all on my dick you see I'm TRU Tank Dogg
You say, "Mmmm mmm mmm! Ain't somethin
Dogg I bought yo' album, my nigga, that is bumpin
I apologize, I'm sorry for the
Can I get your for my baby momma?"
Shit I'm settin it off, it off, bustin
Hustlin, rushin, dustin
the heat, lock up the street, we 'posed to
I put pistol in your mouth, now what you gon' do?
Top of the line, class
I pop a cap in yo' ass, then pop some in the glass
Too legit to quit, I'm spittin shit
Man fuck all that yappin, we bout that gun

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

In the world, talk is cheap
Actions speak than words
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