Luyện nghe bài hát Ghetto Symphony

[Snoop

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

X]
Lyrical arsonist, lady
Down South, hustler, former smuggler
I'm Mother, of the Tank, gave to an army
Guerilla millionaires, so don't even ask, if you
get to clappin, soldier action specialty of
We made the whole world respect the underground
some of y'all talk shit and get mad
Cause we did it with a foot up ass, and it's still there
I cares not about click or the block
I'm that 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 while you hoes be dick kissin
Missin the game, damn bitch it's written in ebonics
So shake that come-up off you brain and do the
Mia X, kickin off the ghetto
Next up, tell em who the FUCK you be

WHUT? It's Fiend
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
on, exceed on!
Weak rappers with after twelve
Hit a that's what I'll feed on!
Microphone Don, walkin flesh, talkin
harm, to the calm, and, them be alarmed
It's the African, oh, you wanna again?
turn, you and your mans, to my yesterday plans
Oh damn, totin two pistols like 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 that nigga on the tank, always trippin never slippin
Have you reminiscin and missin, fool in your picture
me Bossalinie BITCH without the Mo's at shows
And FUCK dose who oppose (why?) we runnin them
and sixty-five motherfuckin days a year
I your fool staggerin just like a bottle of beer
You niggaz from the cops, well I ain't runnin no mo'
I flip the bird when I swerve, man, FUCK hoes
I'm crazy my nagga, but uh, I y'all knew 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

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

[Silkk the
Now would I COME THIS FAR FUCKER? If I sound like a hit
Y'all didn't know the fuck y'all thinkin bout
You like a bitch (beotch!)
Shit it sound 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, fuck around and get
found in a
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 like, Snoop and Dre nigga
Y'all can to ??? ??? get a contract like, MJ nigga
It ain't you from; it's where the -- FUCK YOU AT
N-O-L-I-M-I-T, Top Dogg, and I'm FUCKIN 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 ever heard somebody say that they don't say my
or that I don't roll on every verse I'm RAPPIN ON
(That nigga Mystikal tighter than a muh'fucker)
I came up off of _Peter Piper_ bells and the LL's
??Nee?? nigga to be off with me
their old lady they call me their baby
MC's pilin up and crowdin up, but I'm their
The type to fly buyin a Z-28
And chop you in your motherfuckin (HIII-YAH)
Your album ain't tite, WHAT IN THE FUCK IS YOU
You played out just like old pussy

[Snoop
Next up, on the
Goldie Loc, get busy on the

[Goldie
Now watch me put these to the test, accumulatin with my stress
Fold em fuck em fifty, get the shit up off my
Releasin anger, all gangsta energy
Goldie Loc the name, 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 Locks the same
Smashin for the hood, I wanted to gangbang

Dogg]
Last up, I that's 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 that's OK, now I'm back
To kill all the rumors, and the facts
Like umm, doin bad, gettin for my bank
Now you all on my when you see I'm TRU Tank Dogg
You say, "Mmmm mmm mmm! that 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, lettin it off,
Hustlin, rushin, dustin
Droppin the heat, up the street, we 'posed to
I put this pistol in mouth, now what you gon' do?
Top of the line, first
I pop a cap in yo' ass, then pop more in the glass
Too legit to quit, I'm gangsta shit
Man fuck all that yappin, we bout gun clappin

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

In the world, talk is cheap
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