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 Silkk the
Oh yeah, we got somethin' for the too
Mia X, run this

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 specialty of

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

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

Missin' the game, damn bitch written in plain Ebonics
So shake that come-up off you brain and do the
Mia X, off the ghetto symphony
soldier up, tell 'em who the fuck you be
(What? Fiend y'all)

Put me in the ring with real MC's and watch 'em run for
And hidin' in trees, to escape the mic that I on
on, exceed on

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

I'll turn, you and mans, to my yesterday plans
Oh damn, totin' two pistols Yosemite Sam
Old man be grand, loud as the Southern
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'
you reminiscin' and missin', that fool in your picture
Call me Bossalinie without the Mo's at shows
And fuck dose who oppose we them hoes

365 days a year
I have your fool staggerin' just a bottle of beer
You niggaz runnin' from the cops, well I runnin' no mo'
I flip the bird when I swerve, man, 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 this far fucker, don't it like a hit?
Y'all didn't know what the fuck thinkin' 'bout
You like a bitch
(Beotch!)

Shit it sound like a wish, you know you got a
Motherfuckin' hit 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 and get found in a ditch
labels give me dough, when they find I can, gross this much
Freestyle shit, you can tell em I ain't, this stuff

Silkk the Shocker, KLC and mash like, Snoop and Dre nigga
can relate to [unverified] 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 with that

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

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

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

MC's pilin' up and crowdin' up but I'm their
The type to fly buyin' a IROC
And you in your motherfuckin' face
(Hii, yah)
album ain't tite, what in the fuck is you pushin'?
You out just 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
anger, all natural gangsta energy
Goldie Loc the name, Dogg House

Motherfuckers start backin' up
(Whattup whattup)
We in the Tank busters
don't wanna see us loc'd up
Little Goldie Loc, Goldie Locks the same
Smashin' for the hood, 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 some exquisite, rhymes
But that's okay, 'cause now I'm
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, ain't that
Dogg I bought yo' album, my nigga, shit 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', dustin'
Droppin' the heat, lock up the street, we to
I put this pistol in your mouth, now what you 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 that gun clappin'

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