Luyện nghe bài hát Ghetto Symphony

Yo nephew, give me of that no limit shit
Yeah, we got my Fiend in the house
C-Murder in this motherfucker, Mystikal all up in this
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, former weight
I'm mother, of the Tank, birth to an army
Guerrilla millionaires, so don't ask, if you wanna
Get to clappin', soldier action of style

We made the whole world respect the while
Some of y'all niggaz shit and get mad
'Cause we did it with a foot up your ass and 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, with the cause, bitch on a
Keep niggaz by they nuts while you hoes be dick kissin'

Missin' the game, damn bitch it's written in plain
So shake come-up off you brain and do the knowledge
Mia X, kickin' off the ghetto
Next soldier up, tell 'em who the you be
(What? Fiend y'all)

Put me in the ring with real MC's and 'em run for cover
And hidin' in trees, to escape the mic that I on
on, exceed on

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

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

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 fool in picture
Call me Bossalinie bitch without the at shows
And fuck who oppose we runnin' them hoes

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

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

Shit it 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 at this clip

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

Silkk the Shocker, KLC and mash like, Snoop and Dre nigga
Y'all can relate to [unverified] get a contract like, MJ
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' with

up, on the M I C
Mystikal get on the symphony

Who motherfucker goddamn
I it hype, bitch I'm the man
When the you ever heard somebody 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 up off of Peter Piper bells and the LL's bad
Nee nigga to be off with me
'Cause their old lady they call me baby

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

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

Now watch me put these to the test, accumulatin' with my stress
Fold 'em '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 don't wanna see us up
Little Goldie Loc, Goldie Locks the same
for the hood, 'cause I wanted to gang bang

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

jam is dedicated to all non optimistics
That thought I comin', out with some exquisite, rhymes
But that's okay, 'cause now I'm
To all the rumors and straighten the facts

Like I'm, 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 that
Dogg I bought yo' album, my nigga, that shit is
I apologize, I'm for the drama
Can I get your autograph for my momma?"

Shit I'm settin' it off, lettin' it off,
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, then pop some in the glass
Too legit to quit, I'm spittin' gangsta
Man fuck all that yappin', we bout gun clappin'

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