Luyện nghe bài hát Ghetto Symphony

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

arsonist, lady alligator
Down South, hustler, former smuggler
I'm mother, of the Tank, gave to an army
Guerrilla millionaires, so don't even ask, if you
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 there
I cares not about 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 brain and do the
Mia X, kickin' off the symphony
Next soldier up, 'em who the fuck you be
(What? Fiend y'all)

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

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

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

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

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

365 motherfuckin' a year
I your fool staggerin' just like a bottle of beer
You runnin' from the cops, well I ain't runnin' no mo'
I flip the bird I swerve, man, fuck them hoes

I'm crazy my nagga but uh, I thought y'all that, shit
Oh you see the news? Shit I'm the nigga with 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 on the symphony

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

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

Fuck around and miss, then 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 stuff

Silkk the Shocker, KLC perv and like, Snoop and Dre nigga
can relate to [unverified] get a contract like, MJ nigga
It ain't where you from, it's the fuck you at
N O L I M I T, Top Dogg, and I'm fuckin' with

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

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

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

MC's pilin' up and crowdin' up but I'm their
The type to fly buyin' a IROC
And chop you in your 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
'em fuck 'em fifty, get the shit up off my chest
Releasin' anger, all natural gangsta
Goldie Loc the name, Dogg game

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

up, I believe that's me
Snoop Dogg, up the mic for the symphony

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

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

I'm settin' it off, lettin' it off, bustin'
Hustlin', rushin', motherfuckers
Droppin' the heat, up the street, we 'posed to
I put this pistol in mouth, now what you gon' do?

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

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