Luyện nghe bài hát Ghetto Symphony

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

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

We made the whole world the underground while
Some of niggaz talk shit and get mad
'Cause we did it with a foot up your ass and it's still
I cares not your 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 nuts while you hoes be dick kissin'

Missin' the game, bitch it's written in plain Ebonics
So that come-up off you brain 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 hidin' in trees, to the mic that I breathe on
Bleed on, on

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

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

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

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

365 motherfuckin' days a
I have your fool staggerin' just like a bottle of
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 y'all knew that, shit
Oh you ain't see the news? Shit I'm the nigga the TRU tat
Ask my Keno, shit, I just don't 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 like a
Y'all didn't know what the fuck y'all thinkin'
You sound a bitch
(Beotch!)

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

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

the Shocker, KLC perv and mash like, Snoop and Dre nigga
Y'all can relate to [unverified] get a 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 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 heard say
That they don't say my

Or that I don't roll on every verse I'm rappin' on
(That nigga tighter than a muh'fucker)
Ha, ha?
I came up off of Peter Piper bells and the bad
Nee to be pissed 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 a Z-28 IROC
And chop you in your motherfuckin'
(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 these to the test, accumulatin' with my stress
Fold 'em fuck 'em fifty, get the up off my chest
Releasin' anger, all natural 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, Goldie the same thang
Smashin' for the hood, 'cause I wanted to gang

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 okay, 'cause now I'm back
To kill all the rumors and the facts

Like I'm, doin' bad, gettin' for my bank
Now you all on my dick you see I'm TRU Tank Dogg
You say, "Mm, mm, mm, ain't that
Dogg I yo' album, my nigga, that shit 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'
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 in the glass
Too legit to quit, I'm spittin' shit
Man fuck all that yappin', we bout that gun

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