Luyện nghe bài hát Ghetto Symphony

[Snoop

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

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

WHUT? It's Fiend
Put me in the ring real MC's, and watch 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, walkin flesh, bomb
Bringin harm, to the calm, and, them be
It's the African, oh, you battle again?
I'll turn, you and 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, that could, can
I be the man, but God beat me to them plans

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

I be's that nigga on the tank, always trippin slippin
you reminiscin and missin, that fool in your picture
Call me Bossalinie BITCH without the Mo's at
And FUCK who oppose (why?) we runnin them hoes
three-hundred and motherfuckin days a year
I your fool staggerin just like a bottle of beer
You niggaz runnin from the cops, I ain't runnin no mo'
I the bird when I swerve, man, FUCK them hoes
I'm crazy my nagga, but uh, I thought y'all that, shit
Oh you ain't see the news? I'm the nigga with the TRU tat
Ask my Keno, shit, I just don't give a fuck
And if you run up wrong, fuck you up, you bitch you

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

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

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

WHOO MOTHERFUCKER GOD DAMN!!
I it HYYYYYYPE, BITCH I'M THE MAN!
When the FUCK you ever heard somebody say that 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?? nigga to be 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 IROC
And chop you in your face (HIII-YAH)
Your album ain't tite, WHAT IN THE IS YOU PUSHIN?
You played out just like old woman

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
Releasin anger, all natural energy
Goldie Loc the name, Dogg House
Motherfuckers better backin up (whattup whattup)
We in the punk busters, motherfuckers don't wanna see us loc'd up
Little Goldie Loc, Goldie the same thang
Smashin for the hood, cause I wanted to

[Snoop
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, cause now I'm
To kill all the rumors, and straighten the
Like umm, doin bad, gettin for my bank
Now you all on my dick when you see I'm TRU Tank
You say, "Mmmm mmm mmm! Ain't somethin
I bought yo' album, my nigga, that shit is bumpin
I apologize, I'm for the drama
Can I get your autograph for my momma?"
Shit I'm settin it off, lettin it off,
Hustlin, rushin, motherfuckers
Droppin the heat, lock up the street, we to
I put this pistol in your mouth, now what you do?
Top of the line, class
I pop a cap in yo' ass, then pop more in the glass
Too to quit, I'm spittin gangsta shit
Man fuck all that yappin, we bout that gun

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

In the real world, talk is
speak louder than words
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