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

Lyrical arsonist, lady
Down South, hustler, former smuggler
I'm mother, of the Tank, gave birth to an
millionaires, so don't even ask, if you wanna
Get to clappin', soldier action of style

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

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

Missin' the game, damn bitch it's written in Ebonics
So shake that come-up off you brain and do the
Mia X, kickin' off the symphony
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 that I on
Bleed on, 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 wanna again?

I'll turn, you and mans, to my yesterday plans
Oh damn, totin' two like Yosemite 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 busy for the

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

365 days a year
I have your fool staggerin' like a bottle of beer
You runnin' from the cops, well I ain't runnin' no mo'
I flip the bird when I swerve, man, 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 get busy on the symphony

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

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

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

Silkk the Shocker, KLC and mash like, Snoop 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 with that

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

Who shit motherfucker
I it hype, bitch I'm the man
the fuck you ever heard somebody say
That they don't say my

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

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

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

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

Motherfuckers better backin' up
(Whattup whattup)
We in the punk busters
don't wanna see us loc'd up
Little Goldie Loc, Goldie Locks the thang
Smashin' for the hood, I wanted to gang bang

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

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

Like I'm, doin' bad, gettin' ganked for my
Now you all on my when you see I'm TRU Tank Dogg
You say, "Mm, mm, mm, that somethin'
I bought yo' album, my nigga, that shit is bumpin'
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, lock up the street, we 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 fuck all yappin', we bout that gun clappin'

No Limit, yeah, what's happenin'
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 and serve