Luyện nghe bài hát Ghetto Symphony

[Snoop

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

X]
Lyrical arsonist, lady
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 underground
of y'all niggaz talk shit and get mad
Cause we did it a foot up your ass, and it's still there
I cares not about click or the block
I'm still that same bitch to run up in spot and knock you off
Broad, with the cause (yeah) bitch on a
them niggaz by they nuts while you hoes be dick kissin
Missin the game, damn it's written in plain ebonics
So that come-up off you brain and do the knowledge
Mia X, kickin off the 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 the mic that I breathe on
Bleed on, on!
Weak rappers with titles after
Hit a bell that's what feed on!
Microphone Don, walkin flesh, talkin
Bringin harm, to the calm, and, them be
the African, oh, you wanna battle again?
I'll turn, you and your mans, to my yesterday
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 me to them plans

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

I be's that nigga on the tank, always never slippin
you reminiscin and missin, that fool in your picture
Call me Bossalinie without the Mo's at shows
And FUCK dose who oppose (why?) we runnin hoes
three-hundred and sixty-five motherfuckin days a
I have your fool staggerin just like a of beer
You niggaz runnin from the cops, well I ain't no mo'
I flip the bird when I swerve, man, FUCK them
I'm crazy my nagga, but uh, I thought y'all knew that,
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, I'ma you up, you bitch you

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

the Shocker]
Now would I COME THIS FAR FUCKER? If I didn't like a hit
Y'all know what the fuck y'all thinkin bout
You sound like a (beotch!)
Shit it like a wish, you know when you got a motherfuckin hit,
bitch?? When it sound this!
Or you fake niggaz get enough heart, and try to a
rhyme at click
Fuck around and miss, then fuck and get
in a ditch
Gotta labels give me dough, when they I can, gross this much
Freestyle shit, you can tell em I ain't, wrote this
Silkk the Shocker, KLC perv and mash like, Snoop and Dre
can relate 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 with that

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

WHOO SHIT GOD DAMN!!
I keep it HYYYYYYPE, 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 Mystikal tighter than a muh'fucker) HAHHHHH?
I came up off of _Peter Piper_ and the LL's _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 IROC
And chop you in your motherfuckin (HIII-YAH)
Your ain't tite, WHAT IN THE FUCK 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, accumulatin with my
Fold em em fifty, get the shit up off my chest
Releasin anger, all natural gangsta
Goldie Loc the name, Dogg House
Motherfuckers start backin up (whattup whattup)
We in the Tank punk busters, motherfuckers don't see us loc'd up
Little Goldie Loc, Goldie the same thang
for the hood, cause I wanted to gangbang

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

jam is dedicated to all non-optimistics
That thought I wasn't comin, out some exquisite, rhymes
But OK, cause now I'm back
To kill all the rumors, and 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 somethin
I bought yo' album, my nigga, that shit 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, motherfuckers
Droppin the heat, up the street, we 'posed to
I put this pistol in your mouth, now 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 that yappin, we that gun clappin

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

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