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 this motherfucker, Mystikal all up in this
Goldie Loc, mm, mm, my Silkk the Shocker
Oh yeah, we got somethin' for the too
Mia X, run bitch

Lyrical arsonist, alligator
Down South, hustler, former weight
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 whole world the underground while
of y'all niggaz talk shit and get mad
'Cause we did it with a foot up your ass and it's there
I cares not about your click or 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 nuts while you hoes 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 ghetto
soldier up, tell 'em who the fuck you be
(What? Fiend y'all)

Put me in the with real MC's and watch 'em run for cover
And hidin' in trees, to escape the mic I breathe on
Bleed on, on

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

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

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 in your picture
Call me Bossalinie bitch without the Mo's at
And dose who oppose we runnin' them hoes

365 motherfuckin' 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 bird when I swerve, man, fuck hoes

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

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

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

Shit it sound like a wish, you when you got a
Motherfuckin' hit When it sound like this
Or you niggaz get enough heart, and try to
a rhyme at this clip

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

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 on the symphony

Who shit 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 fuckin' verse I'm rappin' on
(That Mystikal tighter than a muh'fucker)
Ha, ha?
I came up off of Peter bells and the LL's bad
Nee nigga to be pissed off me
their old lady they call me their baby

MC's pilin' up and crowdin' up but I'm favorite
The type to fly a Z-28 IROC
And chop you in motherfuckin' face
(Hii, yah)
Your ain't tite, what in the fuck is you pushin'?
You out just like old woman pussy

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

Now watch me put these to the test, accumulatin' 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

Motherfuckers better backin' up
(Whattup whattup)
We in the Tank punk
Motherfuckers wanna see us loc'd up
Little Goldie Loc, Locks the same thang
Smashin' for the hood, 'cause I wanted to gang

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

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

I'm, doin' bad, gettin' 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 yo' album, my nigga, that shit is bumpin'
I apologize, I'm for the drama
Can I get your for my baby momma?"

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

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

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