Luyện nghe bài hát Ghetto Symphony

[Snoop

Yo nephew, give me 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 Silkk the
Oh yeah, we got somethin for the too
Mia X, run this

X]
Lyrical arsonist, alligator
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 whole 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 or the block
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 kissin
Missin the game, damn bitch written in plain ebonics
So shake that come-up off you brain and do the
Mia X, kickin off the symphony
soldier up, tell em who the FUCK you be

WHUT? Fiend y'all
Put me in the ring with MC's, and watch em run for cover
and in trees, to escape the mic that I breathe on
Bleed on, on!
Weak rappers with titles twelve
Hit a bell that's I'll feed on!
Don, walkin 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 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

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

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

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

the Shocker]
Now would I COME THIS FAR FUCKER? If I 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,
bitch?? it sound like this!
Or you niggaz get enough heart, and try to bust a
at this click
Fuck around and miss, then fuck and get
in a ditch
Gotta labels give me dough, when find I can, gross this much
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 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 FUCKIN that

[Snoop
up, on the M-I-C
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 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 bells and the LL's _Bad_
??Nee?? nigga to be off with me
cause their old they call me their baby
pilin up and crowdin up, but I'm their FAVORITE
The type to fly buyin a IROC
And chop you in your face (HIII-YAH)
Your ain't tite, WHAT IN THE FUCK IS YOU PUSHIN?
You played out just like old woman

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

Loc]
Now watch me put these haters to the test, 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 better backin up (whattup whattup)
We in the Tank punk busters, motherfuckers don't see us loc'd up
Little Goldie Loc, Goldie Locks the thang
for the hood, cause I wanted to gangbang

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

This jam is to all non-optimistics
That thought I wasn't comin, out with some exquisite,
But that's OK, now I'm back
To all the rumors, and straighten the facts
umm, doin bad, gettin ganked for my bank
Now you all on my dick when you see I'm TRU Dogg
You say, "Mmmm mmm mmm! that somethin
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, lettin it off,
Hustlin, rushin, motherfuckers
Droppin the heat, up the street, we 'posed to
I put this in your mouth, now what you gon' do?
Top of the line, first
I pop a cap in yo' ass, pop some more in the glass
Too legit to quit, I'm gangsta shit
Man fuck all that yappin, we bout gun clappin

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

In the world, talk is cheap
Actions louder than words
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