Luyện nghe bài hát Ghetto Symphony

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

Lyrical arsonist, lady
Down South, hustler, weight smuggler
I'm mother, of the Tank, gave to an army
Guerrilla millionaires, so even ask, if you wanna
Get to clappin', action specialty of style

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 there
I cares not about your click or 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 nuts while you hoes be dick kissin'

Missin' the game, damn bitch it's written in Ebonics
So shake come-up off you brain and do the knowledge
Mia X, off the ghetto symphony
Next up, tell '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 the mic that I breathe on
on, exceed on

Weak rappers titles after twelve
Hit a bell that's what feed on
Microphone Don, walkin' flesh, talkin'
Bringin' harm, to the calm and, them be
It's the African, oh, you wanna battle

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

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

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

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

I'm my nagga but uh, I thought y'all knew that, shit
Oh you ain't see the news? I'm the nigga 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 get busy on the symphony

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

Shit it 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

Fuck 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 tell em I ain't, wrote this

Silkk the Shocker, KLC perv and like, Snoop and Dre nigga
Y'all can relate to [unverified] get a contract like, MJ
It ain't 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 motherfucker
I keep it hype, I'm the man
When the fuck you ever heard say
That they don't say my

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

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

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

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

Motherfuckers 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
for the hood, 'cause I wanted to gang bang

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

This jam is dedicated to all non
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, doin' bad, ganked for my bank
Now you all on my dick when you see I'm TRU Dogg
You say, "Mm, mm, mm, ain't somethin'
Dogg I 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', 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, first
I pop a cap in yo' ass, then pop more in the glass
Too to quit, I'm spittin' gangsta shit
Man fuck all that yappin', we that gun clappin'

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