Luyện nghe bài hát Ghetto Symphony

[Snoop

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

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

WHUT? It's Fiend
Put me in the ring with MC's, and watch em run for cover
and hidin in trees, to escape the mic that I on
Bleed on, on!
rappers with titles after twelve
Hit a bell that's what I'll on!
Don, walkin flesh, talkin bomb
Bringin harm, to the calm, and, them be
the African, oh, you wanna battle again?
I'll turn, you and your mans, to my plans
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 me to them plans

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

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

[Snoop
Next up, on the
Silkk the Shocker get busy on the

the Shocker]
Now would I COME THIS FAR FUCKER? If I sound like a hit
Y'all didn't know the fuck y'all thinkin bout
You sound like a (beotch!)
Shit it sound like a wish, you know you got a motherfuckin hit,
When it sound like this!
Or you niggaz get enough heart, and try to bust a
at this click
Fuck and miss, then fuck around and get
found in a
labels give me dough, when they find I can, gross this much
Freestyle shit, you can tell em I ain't, wrote this
Silkk the Shocker, KLC perv and like, Snoop and Dre nigga
Y'all can to ??? ??? get a contract like, MJ nigga
It ain't where you from; it's 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 somebody say that they don't say my song
or that I don't on every fuckin verse I'm RAPPIN ON
(That nigga tighter than a muh'fucker) HAHHHHH?
I came up off of _Peter Piper_ bells and the LL's
??Nee?? to be pissed off with me
cause their old lady they call me baby
MC's pilin up and crowdin up, but I'm FAVORITE
The type to fly buyin a IROC
And you in your motherfuckin face (HIII-YAH)
Your ain't tite, WHAT IN THE FUCK IS YOU PUSHIN?
You played out just like old woman

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

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

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

jam is dedicated to all non-optimistics
That thought I wasn't comin, out with exquisite, rhymes
But that's OK, now I'm back
To kill all the rumors, and the facts
Like umm, doin bad, gettin for my bank
Now you all on my dick when you see I'm TRU Dogg
You say, "Mmmm mmm mmm! Ain't that
Dogg I yo' album, my nigga, that shit is bumpin
I apologize, I'm for the drama
Can I get autograph for my baby momma?"
Shit I'm settin it off, it off, bustin
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 in the glass
Too legit to quit, I'm gangsta shit
Man fuck all yappin, we bout that gun clappin

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

In the real world, is cheap
Actions speak than words
No Limit Records, here to and serve