Luyện nghe bài hát Ghetto Symphony

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

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

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

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

Missin' the game, damn bitch it's written in plain
So that come-up 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 real 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 that's what I'll feed on
Microphone Don, walkin' flesh, bomb
harm, to the calm and, them be alarmed
It's the African, oh, you battle again?

I'll turn, you and your mans, to my plans
Oh damn, two pistols like 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

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

I be's that nigga on the tank, always never slippin'
you reminiscin' and missin', that fool in your picture
Call me Bossalinie bitch the Mo's at shows
And dose who oppose we runnin' them hoes

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

I'm crazy my nagga but uh, I thought y'all that, shit
Oh you ain't see the news? Shit I'm the nigga the TRU tat
Ask my Keno, shit, I just don't give a fuck
And if you run up wrong, I'ma you up, you bitch you

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

Now when I come this far fucker, it sound like a hit?
Y'all didn't know what the 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 like this
Or you niggaz get enough heart, and try to
Bust a rhyme at clip

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

Silkk the Shocker, KLC perv and mash like, 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' 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 heard somebody say
That they say my song

Or that I don't roll on every verse I'm rappin' 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

pilin' up and crowdin' up but I'm their favorite
The type to fly a Z-28 IROC
And chop you in your face
(Hii, yah)
Your album tite, what in the fuck is you pushin'?
You played out just like old pussy

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

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

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

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

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

Like I'm, doin' bad, gettin' ganked for my
Now you all on my when you see I'm TRU Tank Dogg
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 your for my baby momma?"

Shit I'm settin' it off, it off, bustin'
Hustlin', rushin', motherfuckers
Droppin' the heat, lock up the street, we 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 some in the glass
Too legit to quit, I'm spittin' gangsta
Man all that yappin', we bout that gun clappin'

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