Luyện nghe bài hát Ghetto Symphony

Yo nephew, give me some of that no limit
Yeah, we got my Fiend in the house
C-Murder in motherfucker, Mystikal all up in this bitch
Goldie Loc, mm, mm, my nephew Silkk the
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 specialty of

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

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

Missin' the game, bitch it's written in plain Ebonics
So shake come-up off you brain and do the knowledge
Mia X, off the ghetto symphony
Next soldier up, tell 'em who the you be
(What? Fiend y'all)

Put me in the ring with real MC's and 'em run for cover
And hidin' in trees, to escape the mic that I on
on, exceed on

Weak rappers with after twelve
Hit a bell that's I'll feed on
Microphone Don, walkin' flesh, talkin'
Bringin' harm, to the calm and, them be
the African, oh, you wanna battle again?

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

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

I be's that on the tank, always trippin' never slippin'
Have you reminiscin' and missin', that fool in your
Call me Bossalinie without the Mo's at shows
And fuck dose who oppose we runnin' hoes

365 motherfuckin' days a
I have your fool staggerin' just like a of beer
You niggaz runnin' from the cops, well I runnin' no mo'
I flip the bird when I swerve, man, fuck hoes

I'm crazy my but uh, I thought y'all knew that, shit
Oh you ain't see the 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

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

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

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

Fuck around and miss, then fuck and get found in a ditch
Gotta give me dough, when they 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 relate to [unverified] get a contract like, MJ
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 on the symphony

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

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

MC's pilin' up and crowdin' up but I'm their
The type to fly buyin' a IROC
And chop you in your motherfuckin'
(Hii, yah)
album ain't 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 gangsta energy
Goldie Loc the name, Dogg game

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

Last up, I believe me
Dogg, light up the mic for the symphony

This jam is to all non optimistics
thought I wasn't comin', out with some exquisite, rhymes
But that's okay, now I'm back
To kill all the rumors and the facts

Like I'm, doin' bad, ganked for my bank
Now you all on my dick you see I'm TRU Tank Dogg
You say, "Mm, mm, mm, that somethin'
Dogg I bought yo' album, my nigga, shit is bumpin'
I apologize, I'm sorry for the
Can I get autograph for my baby momma?"

Shit I'm it off, lettin' it off, bustin'
Hustlin', rushin', dustin'
Droppin' the heat, lock up the street, we to
I put this in your mouth, now what you gon' do?

Top of the line, class
I pop a cap in yo' ass, then pop more in the glass
Too legit to quit, I'm spittin' shit
Man fuck all that yappin', we bout gun clappin'

No Limit, yeah, that's happenin'
Fuck all yappin', we bout that gun clappin', yeah
In the real world, talk is cheap, actions louder than words
No Limit Records, here to protect and