Luyện nghe bài hát Ghetto Symphony

Yo nephew, give me some of that no shit
Yeah, we got my nigga in the house
C-Murder in motherfucker, Mystikal all up in this bitch
Loc, mm, mm, my nephew Silkk 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, birth to an army
Guerrilla millionaires, so even ask, if you wanna
Get to clappin', soldier action specialty of

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

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

Missin' the game, damn bitch it's in plain Ebonics
So shake that come-up off you 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 ring with real MC's and 'em run for cover
And in trees, to escape the mic that I breathe on
Bleed on, on

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

I'll turn, you and your mans, to my yesterday
Oh damn, totin' two pistols 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 beat me to them

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

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

365 motherfuckin' a year
I have your fool staggerin' just a bottle of beer
You niggaz from 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 y'all that, shit
Oh you ain't see the news? I'm the nigga with the TRU tat
Ask my nigga Keno, shit, I just don't 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 come this far fucker, don't it like a hit?
Y'all didn't know the fuck y'all thinkin' 'bout
You like a bitch
(Beotch!)

Shit it like 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 and get found in a ditch
Gotta labels give me dough, when they I can, gross this much
shit, you can tell em I ain't, wrote this stuff

Silkk the Shocker, KLC perv and mash like, Snoop and Dre
Y'all can relate to get a contract like, MJ nigga
It ain't where you from, 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 shit goddamn
I it hype, bitch I'm the man
When the you ever heard somebody say
That they 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 came up off of Piper bells and the LL's bad
Nee nigga to be pissed off me
'Cause their old lady 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 your motherfuckin'
(Hii, yah)
Your album ain't tite, 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 haters to the test, with 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 punk
Motherfuckers wanna see us loc'd up
Goldie Loc, Goldie Locks the same thang
Smashin' for the hood, 'cause I wanted to gang

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

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

I'm, doin' bad, gettin' ganked for my bank
Now you all on my when you see I'm TRU Tank Dogg
You say, "Mm, mm, mm, ain't somethin'
Dogg I bought yo' album, my nigga, that shit is
I apologize, I'm sorry for the
Can I get your autograph for my momma?"

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

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

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