Luyện nghe bài hát Ghetto Symphony

[Snoop

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

X]
Lyrical arsonist, lady
Down South, hustler, former smuggler
I'm Mother, of the Tank, birth to an army
millionaires, so don't even ask, if you wanna
get to clappin, action specialty of style
We made the world respect the underground while
some of y'all niggaz talk 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 that same bitch to run up in your and knock you off
Broad, the cause (yeah) bitch on a mission
Keep them niggaz by they nuts while you 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 ghetto
Next up, tell 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 that I on
Bleed on, on!
rappers with titles after twelve
Hit a bell what I'll feed on!
Microphone Don, flesh, talkin bomb
Bringin harm, to the calm, and, be alarmed
It's the African, oh, you wanna battle
turn, you and your mans, to my yesterday 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 beat me to plans

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

I be's that nigga on the tank, always never slippin
Have you reminiscin and missin, fool in your picture
Call me BITCH without the Mo's at shows
And FUCK who oppose (why?) we runnin them hoes
three-hundred and sixty-five motherfuckin days a
I have your fool just like a bottle of beer
You runnin from 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 knew that, shit
Oh you ain't see the news? Shit I'm the with the TRU tat
Ask my nigga Keno, shit, I just don't give a
And if you run up wrong, fuck you up, you bitch you

[Snoop
up, on the M-I-C
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 y'all bout
You like a bitch (beotch!)
Shit it sound a wish, you know when you got a motherfuckin hit,
When it sound like this!
Or you niggaz get enough heart, and try to bust a
rhyme at click
Fuck and miss, then fuck around and get
in a ditch
Gotta labels give me dough, when they find I can, gross this
Freestyle shit, you can tell em I ain't, this stuff
Silkk the Shocker, KLC and mash like, Snoop and Dre nigga
Y'all can relate to ??? ??? get a contract like, MJ
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
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 ever heard somebody say that don't say my song
or I don't roll on every fuckin verse I'm RAPPIN ON
(That nigga Mystikal than a muh'fucker) HAHHHHH?
I came up off of _Peter Piper_ and the LL's _Bad_
??Nee?? nigga to be off with me
cause their old lady they me their baby
MC's pilin up and crowdin up, but I'm FAVORITE
The type to fly a Z-28 IROC
And chop you in motherfuckin face (HIII-YAH)
album ain't tite, WHAT IN THE FUCK IS YOU PUSHIN?
You played out like old woman pussy

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

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 natural energy
Goldie Loc the name, House game
Motherfuckers better backin up (whattup whattup)
We in the Tank punk busters, motherfuckers don't wanna see us up
Little Goldie Loc, Goldie Locks the same
Smashin for the hood, cause I to gangbang

Dogg]
Last up, I that's me
Snoop Dogg, 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 for my bank
Now you all on my dick you see I'm TRU Tank Dogg
You say, "Mmmm mmm mmm! Ain't that
Dogg I bought yo' album, my nigga, that shit is
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
the heat, lock up the street, we 'posed 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 some in the glass
Too legit to quit, I'm spittin shit
Man all that yappin, we bout that gun clappin

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

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