Luyện nghe bài hát Ghetto Symphony

Yo nephew, me some of that 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 the Shocker
Oh yeah, we got somethin' for the too
Mia X, run bitch

Lyrical arsonist, alligator
Down South, hustler, former weight
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 whole world respect the 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 bitch to run up in your and knock you off
Broad, the cause, bitch on a mission
Keep them by they nuts while you hoes be dick kissin'

Missin' the game, damn bitch it's written in plain
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? 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 I breathe on
Bleed on, on

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

turn, you and your mans, to my yesterday plans
Oh damn, totin' two pistols Yosemite Sam
Old man be grand, as the Southern band
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 for the symphony

I be's that nigga on the tank, always trippin' slippin'
Have you reminiscin' and missin', that in your picture
Call me Bossalinie bitch without the 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, 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 that, shit
Oh you ain't see the 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, fuck you up, you bitch you

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

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

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

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

Silkk the Shocker, KLC perv and mash like, Snoop and Dre
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 on the symphony

Who shit motherfucker
I keep it hype, 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 Peter bells and the LL's bad
Nee nigga to be off with me
their old lady they call me their baby

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

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

Now me put these haters to the test, accumulatin' with my stress
Fold 'em fuck 'em fifty, get the shit up off my
Releasin' anger, all natural energy
Goldie Loc the name, Dogg House

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

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

This jam is dedicated to all non
That I wasn't comin', out with some exquisite, rhymes
But that's okay, 'cause now I'm
To kill all the and straighten the facts

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

Shit I'm settin' it off, lettin' it off,
Hustlin', rushin', motherfuckers
Droppin' the heat, lock up the street, we 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 legit to quit, I'm 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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