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 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

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

We made the world respect the underground while
Some of y'all niggaz talk 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, the cause, bitch on a mission
Keep them niggaz by they nuts while you hoes be kissin'

the game, damn bitch it's written in plain Ebonics
So shake that come-up off you and do the knowledge
Mia X, kickin' off the symphony
Next soldier up, tell 'em who the you be
(What? It's y'all)

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

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

I'll turn, you and your mans, to my yesterday
Oh damn, two pistols like Yosemite Sam
Old man be grand, as the Southern band
Pickups and caravans, the soldier, could, that 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' never
Have you reminiscin' and missin', that fool in picture
Call me Bossalinie bitch the Mo's at shows
And fuck who oppose we runnin' them hoes

365 days a year
I have your fool staggerin' just like a of beer
You niggaz runnin' the cops, well I ain't runnin' no mo'
I flip the when I swerve, man, fuck them hoes

I'm crazy my nagga but uh, I thought y'all that, shit
Oh you ain't see the news? I'm the nigga with the TRU tat
Ask my nigga Keno, shit, I 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 on the symphony

Now I come this far fucker, don't it sound like a hit?
Y'all didn't know the fuck y'all thinkin' 'bout
You like a bitch
(Beotch!)

it sound like a wish, you know when you got a
Motherfuckin' hit bitch? When it like this
Or you fake get enough heart, and try to
Bust a rhyme at 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 tell em I ain't, wrote this

Silkk the Shocker, KLC perv and mash like, Snoop and Dre
Y'all can to [unverified] 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 fuckin' that

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

Who shit goddamn
I keep it hype, I'm the man
When the fuck you heard somebody say
That they don't say my

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

MC's pilin' up and crowdin' up but I'm favorite
The type to fly buyin' a Z-28
And chop you in your motherfuckin'
(Hii, yah)
Your ain't tite, what in the fuck is you pushin'?
You played out just like old woman

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

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

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

Last up, I that's me
Dogg, light up the mic for the symphony

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

Like I'm, doin' bad, gettin' for my bank
Now you all on my dick when you see I'm TRU Dogg
You say, "Mm, mm, mm, ain't that
I bought yo' album, my nigga, that shit is bumpin'
I apologize, I'm for the drama
Can I get your for my baby momma?"

Shit I'm it off, lettin' it off, bustin'
Hustlin', rushin', motherfuckers
Droppin' the heat, up the street, we 'posed 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 some more in the
Too legit to quit, I'm gangsta shit
Man fuck all that yappin', we bout gun clappin'

No Limit, yeah, that's happenin'
Fuck all that yappin', we bout that gun clappin',
In the real world, talk is cheap, actions speak than words
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