Luyện nghe bài hát Ghetto Symphony

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

arsonist, lady alligator
Down South, hustler, former 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 specialty of

We made the whole world the underground while
Some of y'all niggaz talk 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 that same bitch to run up in spot and knock you off
Broad, with the cause, bitch on a
Keep them niggaz by they nuts while you hoes be dick

Missin' the game, damn bitch it's written in 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? Fiend y'all)

Put me in the ring 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 titles after twelve
Hit a bell that's what feed on
Don, walkin' flesh, talkin' bomb
Bringin' harm, to the calm and, them be
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, as the Southern band
and caravans, the soldier, that could, that can
I would be the man but God beat me to them

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

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

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

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

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

Fuck around and miss, then around and get found in a ditch
Gotta labels me dough, when they find 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 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 busy on the

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

Or that I don't roll on 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 pissed off me
'Cause their old lady they call me baby

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

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

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

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

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

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

Like I'm, doin' bad, ganked for my bank
Now you all on my dick when you see I'm TRU Tank
You say, "Mm, mm, mm, that somethin'
Dogg I bought yo' album, my nigga, that is bumpin'
I apologize, I'm sorry for the
Can I get your for my baby momma?"

I'm settin' it off, lettin' it off, bustin'
Hustlin', rushin', motherfuckers
Droppin' the heat, lock up the street, we 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 more in the
Too to quit, I'm spittin' gangsta shit
Man fuck all 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, speak louder than words
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