Luyện nghe bài hát Ghetto Symphony

[Snoop

Yo nephew, give me of that No Limit shit
Yeah..
We got my nigga Fiend in the
C-Murder in this
Mystikal all up in this
Goldie Loc,
My nephew the Shocker
Oh yeah, we got somethin for the 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 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 click or the
I'm still same bitch to run up in your spot and knock you off
Broad, with the cause (yeah) on a mission
Keep them niggaz by they nuts while you hoes be dick
Missin the game, damn it's written in plain ebonics
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 y'all
Put me in the ring with real MC's, and 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 feed on!
Microphone Don, walkin flesh, talkin
Bringin harm, to the calm, and, be alarmed
It's the African, oh, you wanna battle
I'll turn, you and your mans, to my yesterday
Oh damn, two pistols like Yosemite 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 busy for the

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

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

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

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

WHOO MOTHERFUCKER GOD DAMN!!
I it HYYYYYYPE, BITCH I'M THE MAN!
the FUCK you ever heard somebody say that they don't say my song
or that I don't on every fuckin verse I'm RAPPIN ON
(That nigga Mystikal tighter than a muh'fucker)
I came up off of _Peter Piper_ and the LL's _Bad_
nigga to be pissed off with me
cause their old lady 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 motherfuckin (HIII-YAH)
Your ain't tite, WHAT IN THE FUCK IS YOU PUSHIN?
You played out just old woman pussy

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

Loc]
Now watch me put these haters to the test, with my stress
em fuck em fifty, get the shit up off my chest
Releasin anger, all gangsta energy
Goldie Loc the name, Dogg game
Motherfuckers better backin up (whattup whattup)
We in the Tank punk busters, motherfuckers 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
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 OK, cause now I'm back
To kill all the rumors, and the facts
umm, doin bad, gettin ganked for my bank
Now you all on my when you see I'm TRU Tank Dogg
You say, "Mmmm mmm mmm! Ain't that
Dogg I bought yo' album, my nigga, shit is bumpin
I apologize, I'm sorry for the
Can I get your autograph for my momma?"
Shit I'm settin it off, lettin it off,
Hustlin, rushin, motherfuckers
the heat, lock up the street, we 'posed to
I put this pistol in 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 all that yappin, we bout that gun clappin

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

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