Luyện nghe bài hát Ghetto Symphony

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

Lyrical arsonist, lady
Down South, hustler, weight smuggler
I'm mother, of the Tank, gave birth to an
Guerrilla millionaires, so even ask, if you wanna
Get to clappin', soldier action specialty of

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

I'm still that same bitch to run up in your spot and you off
Broad, with the cause, bitch on a
Keep them niggaz by they nuts while you be dick 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 real MC's and watch 'em run for cover
And in trees, to escape the mic that I breathe on
on, exceed on

Weak rappers with after twelve
Hit a bell that's what feed on
Microphone Don, walkin' flesh, 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 plans
Oh damn, totin' two pistols like Sam
Old man be grand, as the Southern band
and caravans, the soldier, that could, that can
I be the man but God beat me to them 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 picture
me Bossalinie bitch without the Mo's at shows
And fuck who oppose we runnin' them hoes

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

I'm my nagga but uh, I thought y'all knew 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, I'ma fuck you up, you you

up, on the M I C
Silkk the Shocker get busy on the

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

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

Fuck and miss, then fuck around 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, wrote this

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 fuckin' that

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

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

Or that I don't roll on every fuckin' verse I'm 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 they call me their baby

MC's pilin' up and up but I'm their favorite
The to fly buyin' a Z-28 IROC
And you in your motherfuckin' face
(Hii, yah)
Your album ain't tite, 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 haters to the test, accumulatin' with my
Fold 'em fuck 'em fifty, get the up off my chest
anger, all natural gangsta energy
Goldie Loc the name, Dogg game

Motherfuckers better start up
(Whattup whattup)
We in the Tank punk
Motherfuckers wanna see us loc'd up
Little Goldie Loc, Goldie Locks the same
Smashin' for the hood, 'cause I wanted to gang

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

This jam is dedicated to all non
That thought I comin', out with some exquisite, rhymes
But that's okay, 'cause now I'm
To kill all the rumors and straighten the

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

I'm settin' it off, lettin' it off, bustin'
Hustlin', rushin', dustin'
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 spittin' shit
Man fuck all yappin', we bout that gun clappin'

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