Luyện nghe bài hát Ghetto Symphony

Yo nephew, give me some of no limit shit
Yeah, we got my Fiend 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, alligator
South, hustler, former weight smuggler
I'm mother, of the Tank, birth to an army
Guerrilla millionaires, so don't even ask, if you
Get to clappin', soldier action of style

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 or your block

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

Missin' the game, damn bitch written in plain Ebonics
So that 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? 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 with titles twelve
Hit a bell what I'll feed on
Microphone Don, walkin' flesh, bomb
harm, to the calm and, them be alarmed
It's the African, oh, you wanna again?

I'll turn, you and your mans, to my plans
Oh damn, totin' two pistols 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 for the symphony

I be's that nigga on the tank, always trippin' slippin'
Have you reminiscin' and missin', fool in your picture
Call me Bossalinie without the Mo's at shows
And fuck dose who oppose we runnin' them

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

I'm crazy my nagga but uh, I thought knew that, shit
Oh you ain't see the news? Shit I'm the with the TRU tat
Ask my nigga Keno, shit, I 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, don't it like a hit?
Y'all know what the fuck y'all thinkin' 'bout
You sound like a
(Beotch!)

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

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

the Shocker, KLC perv and mash like, Snoop and Dre nigga
Y'all can relate to [unverified] get a like, MJ nigga
It ain't where you from, it's where the 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 you ever heard somebody say
they don't say my song

Or I don't roll on every fuckin' verse I'm rappin' on
(That nigga Mystikal tighter a muh'fucker)
Ha, ha?
I up off of Peter Piper bells and the LL's bad
Nee to be pissed off with me
'Cause their old 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 motherfuckin'
(Hii, yah)
album ain't tite, what in the fuck is you pushin'?
You played out just old woman pussy

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

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

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

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

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

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, ain't 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?"

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

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

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