Luyện nghe bài hát Ghetto Symphony

Yo nephew, me some of that no limit shit
Yeah, we got my nigga in the house
in this motherfucker, Mystikal all up in this bitch
Goldie Loc, mm, mm, my nephew Silkk the
Oh yeah, we got somethin' for the 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 even ask, if you wanna
Get to clappin', action specialty of style

We made the whole world the underground while
Some of niggaz talk shit and get mad
we did it with a foot up your ass and it's still there
I cares not your click or your block

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

Missin' the game, damn it's written in plain Ebonics
So shake that off you brain and do the knowledge
Mia X, off the ghetto 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 in trees, to escape the mic that I breathe on
Bleed on, on

Weak rappers with titles after
Hit a bell that's what I'll on
Microphone Don, flesh, talkin' bomb
Bringin' harm, to the and, them be alarmed
It's the African, oh, you wanna battle

I'll turn, you and your mans, to my yesterday
Oh damn, two pistols like Yosemite Sam
Old man be grand, loud as the Southern
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 busy for the

I be's that nigga on the tank, always trippin' slippin'
Have you reminiscin' and missin', fool in your picture
Call me Bossalinie without the Mo's at shows
And fuck who oppose we runnin' them hoes

365 days a year
I have fool staggerin' just 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 y'all knew that, shit
Oh you see the news? Shit I'm the nigga with 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 get busy on the symphony

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 like a bitch
(Beotch!)

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

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

Silkk the Shocker, KLC and mash like, Snoop and Dre nigga
Y'all can relate to get a contract like, MJ nigga
It ain't where you from, it's where the 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 goddamn
I keep it hype, I'm the man
the fuck you ever heard somebody say
That don't say my song

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 to be pissed off with me
'Cause old lady they call me their baby

MC's pilin' up and up but I'm their favorite
The type to fly a Z-28 IROC
And chop you in your face
(Hii, yah)
Your album tite, what in the fuck is you pushin'?
You played out just like old woman

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
anger, all natural gangsta energy
Goldie Loc the name, Dogg game

Motherfuckers start backin' up
(Whattup whattup)
We in the Tank punk
don't wanna see us loc'd up
Little Goldie Loc, Goldie Locks the same
Smashin' for the hood, 'cause I wanted to 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 wasn't comin', out with exquisite, rhymes
But that's okay, 'cause now I'm
To all the rumors and straighten 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 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 pistol in your mouth, now what you gon' do?

Top of the line, class
I pop a cap in yo' ass, then pop more in the glass
Too legit to quit, I'm spittin' shit
Man fuck all that yappin', we bout gun clappin'

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