Luyện nghe bài hát Ghetto Symphony

Yo nephew, give me some of that no shit
Yeah, we got my nigga Fiend in the
in this motherfucker, Mystikal all up in this bitch
Goldie Loc, mm, mm, my nephew Silkk the
Oh yeah, we got somethin' for the too
Mia X, run this

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

We made the whole world respect the underground
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 your block

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

Missin' the game, damn it's written in plain Ebonics
So shake that off you brain and do the knowledge
Mia X, kickin' off the symphony
Next up, tell 'em who the fuck 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 I breathe on
on, exceed on

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

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

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

I be's that nigga on the tank, 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 we runnin' them

365 days a year
I have fool staggerin' just like a bottle of beer
You niggaz runnin' from the cops, I ain't runnin' no mo'
I flip the bird I swerve, man, fuck them hoes

I'm crazy my but uh, I thought 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 don't give a
And if you run up wrong, I'ma fuck you up, you 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 what the fuck y'all thinkin' 'bout
You sound like a
(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 this

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

Silkk the Shocker, KLC perv and like, Snoop and Dre nigga
can relate to [unverified] 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' with

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

Who motherfucker goddamn
I it hype, bitch I'm the man
the fuck you ever heard somebody say
That they don't say my

Or that I don't roll on every fuckin' I'm rappin' on
(That nigga Mystikal than a muh'fucker)
Ha, ha?
I came up off of Peter bells and the LL's bad
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 to fly buyin' a Z-28 IROC
And chop you in your face
(Hii, yah)
Your 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 watch me put these haters to the test, with my stress
'em fuck 'em fifty, get the shit up off my chest
Releasin' anger, all natural energy
Goldie Loc the name, House game

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

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

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

Like I'm, bad, gettin' ganked for my bank
Now you all on my dick when you see I'm TRU Tank
You say, "Mm, mm, mm, ain't that
I bought yo' album, my nigga, that 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, up the street, we 'posed to
I put this pistol in your mouth, now you gon' do?

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

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