Luyện nghe bài hát Ghetto Symphony

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

Lyrical arsonist, lady
Down South, hustler, former weight
I'm mother, of the Tank, gave to an army
Guerrilla millionaires, so don't even ask, if you
Get to clappin', action specialty of style

We made the whole respect the underground while
Some of y'all niggaz 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 bitch to run up in your spot and you off
Broad, with the cause, on a mission
Keep them niggaz by they nuts you hoes be dick kissin'

Missin' the game, damn it's written in plain Ebonics
So shake come-up off you brain and do the knowledge
Mia X, kickin' off the symphony
Next 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 hidin' in trees, to the mic that I breathe on
Bleed on, on

Weak with titles after twelve
Hit a that's what I'll feed on
Microphone Don, flesh, talkin' bomb
harm, to the calm and, them be alarmed
It's the African, oh, you battle again?

turn, you and your mans, to my yesterday plans
Oh damn, two pistols like Yosemite Sam
Old man be grand, loud as the Southern
Pickups and caravans, the soldier, could, that can
I would be the man but God 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 never slippin'
Have you reminiscin' and missin', that fool in your
Call me bitch without the Mo's at shows
And dose who oppose we runnin' them hoes

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

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

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

Fuck around and miss, fuck around and get found 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

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 you from, it's where the fuck 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 keep it hype, I'm the man
When the you ever heard somebody say
That they say my song

Or that I roll on every fuckin' verse I'm rappin' on
(That nigga tighter than 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 to fly buyin' a Z-28 IROC
And chop you in motherfuckin' face
(Hii, yah)
Your album ain't tite, what in the is you pushin'?
You out just like old woman pussy

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

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

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

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

This jam is 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 the facts

Like I'm, doin' bad, gettin' ganked for my
Now you all on my dick when you see I'm TRU Dogg
You say, "Mm, mm, mm, ain't somethin'
Dogg I bought yo' album, my nigga, that is bumpin'
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 more in the glass
Too legit to quit, I'm spittin' shit
Man all that yappin', we bout 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, actions speak than words
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