Luyện nghe bài hát Ghetto Symphony

[Snoop

Yo nephew, give me of that No Limit shit
Yeah..
We got my nigga Fiend in the
in this motherfucker
Mystikal all up in this
Goldie Loc,
My nephew Silkk the
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 birth to an
Guerilla millionaires, so even ask, if you wanna
get to clappin, action specialty of style
We made the world respect the underground while
of y'all niggaz talk shit and get mad
Cause we did it with a up your ass, and it's still there
I cares not 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
Keep them niggaz by they 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, off the ghetto symphony
soldier up, tell em who the FUCK you be

WHUT? It's y'all
Put me in the with real MC's, and watch em run for cover
and hidin in trees, to the mic that I breathe on
Bleed on, on!
Weak with titles after twelve
Hit a bell that's what I'll on!
Microphone Don, flesh, talkin bomb
harm, to the calm, and, them be alarmed
It's the African, oh, you wanna again?
I'll turn, you and your mans, to my yesterday
Oh damn, totin two pistols Yosemite Sam
Old man be grand, as the Southern band
Pickups and caravans, the soldier, that could, can
I would be the man, but God me to them plans

[Snoop
Next up, on the
C-Murder, get for the symphony

I be's that nigga on the tank, trippin never slippin
Have you and missin, that fool in your picture
Call me Bossalinie BITCH without the Mo's at
And FUCK dose who oppose (why?) we them hoes
three-hundred and sixty-five motherfuckin a year
I have your fool staggerin like a bottle of beer
You niggaz runnin from the cops, well I runnin no mo'
I flip the bird when I swerve, man, FUCK them
I'm crazy my nagga, but uh, I thought y'all that, shit
Oh you see the news? Shit I'm the nigga with the TRU tat
Ask my nigga Keno, shit, I just give a fuck
And if you run up wrong, fuck you up, you bitch you

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

the Shocker]
Now would I COME THIS FAR FUCKER? If I didn't sound a hit
Y'all didn't know the fuck y'all thinkin bout
You sound a bitch (beotch!)
Shit it sound like a wish, you know when you got a hit,
bitch?? When it sound this!
Or you niggaz get enough heart, and try to bust a
at this click
Fuck around and miss, fuck around 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 stuff
the Shocker, KLC perv and mash like, Snoop and Dre nigga
Y'all can relate to ??? ??? get a like, MJ nigga
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 busy on the

WHOO SHIT GOD DAMN!!
I keep it HYYYYYYPE, I'M THE MAN!
When the you ever heard somebody say that they don't say my song
or I don't roll 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 pissed off me
cause their old lady they me their baby
MC's pilin up and crowdin up, but I'm their
The type to fly buyin a Z-28
And you in your motherfuckin face (HIII-YAH)
Your album ain't tite, WHAT IN THE IS YOU PUSHIN?
You out just 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 my stress
Fold em fuck em fifty, get the shit up off my
Releasin anger, all gangsta energy
Loc the name, Dogg House game
Motherfuckers better backin up (whattup whattup)
We in the Tank busters, motherfuckers don't wanna see us loc'd up
Little Goldie Loc, Goldie the same thang
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 dedicated to all
That thought I wasn't comin, out with exquisite, rhymes
But OK, cause now I'm back
To all the rumors, and straighten the facts
Like umm, doin bad, gettin ganked for my
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, that is bumpin
I apologize, I'm for the drama
Can I get your autograph for my momma?"
Shit I'm it off, lettin it off, bustin
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 more in the glass
Too to quit, I'm spittin gangsta shit
Man fuck all that yappin, we bout gun clappin

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

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