Luyện nghe bài hát Ghetto Symphony

Yo nephew, give me some of no limit shit
Yeah, we got my nigga Fiend in the
C-Murder in motherfucker, Mystikal all up in this bitch
Loc, mm, mm, my nephew Silkk the Shocker
Oh yeah, we got for the ladies too
Mia X, run this

Lyrical arsonist, alligator
Down South, hustler, former smuggler
I'm mother, of the Tank, gave birth to an
Guerrilla millionaires, so don't even ask, if you
Get to clappin', soldier action of style

We made the whole world respect the while
of y'all niggaz talk shit and get mad
'Cause we did it with a foot up ass and it's still there
I cares not about your click or your

I'm that same bitch to run up in your spot and knock you off
Broad, with the cause, bitch on a
Keep them niggaz by they nuts while you be dick kissin'

Missin' the game, damn bitch written in plain Ebonics
So shake that come-up off you and do the knowledge
Mia X, kickin' off the ghetto
Next soldier up, 'em who the fuck you be
(What? 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 I breathe on
on, exceed on

Weak rappers with after twelve
Hit a bell that's what feed on
Don, walkin' flesh, talkin' bomb
Bringin' harm, to the and, them be alarmed
It's the African, oh, you battle again?

I'll turn, you and your mans, to my yesterday
Oh damn, totin' two pistols like Sam
Old man be grand, loud as the band
and caravans, the soldier, that could, that can
I would be the man but God beat me to plans

up, on the M I C
C-Murder, get busy for the

I be's that nigga on the tank, always trippin' slippin'
Have you reminiscin' and missin', fool in your picture
Call me Bossalinie bitch without the Mo's at
And fuck dose who oppose we runnin' them

365 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 flip the 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 just give a fuck
And if you run up wrong, I'ma fuck you up, you you

up, on the M I C
Silkk the Shocker get on the symphony

Now when I come this far fucker, it sound like a hit?
Y'all didn't know what the fuck y'all 'bout
You like a bitch
(Beotch!)

it sound like a wish, you know when you got a
Motherfuckin' hit bitch? When it sound this
Or you fake get enough heart, and try to
Bust a rhyme at clip

around and miss, then fuck around and get found in a ditch
Gotta labels give me dough, when they find I can, this much
Freestyle shit, you can em I ain't, wrote this stuff

Silkk the Shocker, KLC and mash like, Snoop and Dre nigga
Y'all can relate to get a contract 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' that

up, on the M I C
Mystikal get busy on the

Who motherfucker goddamn
I keep it hype, I'm the man
When the fuck you ever heard say
That they say my song

Or that I don't roll on every fuckin' verse I'm on
(That nigga tighter than a muh'fucker)
Ha, ha?
I came up off of Peter Piper and the LL's bad
Nee to be pissed off with me
'Cause their old lady they call me their

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'
(Hii, yah)
Your album tite, what in the fuck is you pushin'?
You played out just like old woman

up, on the M I C
Goldie Loc, get on the symphony

Now me put these haters to the test, accumulatin' with my stress
'em fuck 'em fifty, get the shit up off my chest
Releasin' anger, all natural gangsta
Loc the name, Dogg House game

Motherfuckers better start up
(Whattup whattup)
We in the Tank busters
Motherfuckers don't wanna see us up
Little Goldie Loc, Goldie the same thang
Smashin' for the hood, 'cause I wanted to bang

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

jam is dedicated to all non optimistics
That thought I comin', out with some exquisite, rhymes
But that's okay, now I'm back
To kill all the and straighten the facts

Like I'm, bad, gettin' ganked for my bank
Now you all on my dick when you see I'm TRU Dogg
You say, "Mm, mm, mm, ain't that
I bought 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, it off, bustin'
Hustlin', rushin', dustin'
Droppin' the heat, lock up the street, we to
I put pistol in your mouth, now what you gon' do?

Top of the line, first
I pop a cap in yo' ass, then pop some more in the
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 that gun clappin',
In the world, talk is cheap, actions speak louder than words
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