Luyện nghe bài hát Ghetto Symphony

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

Lyrical arsonist, lady
Down South, hustler, former weight
I'm mother, of the Tank, birth to an army
millionaires, so don't even ask, if you wanna
Get to clappin', soldier action specialty of

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

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 while you hoes be dick kissin'

Missin' the game, damn bitch it's written in Ebonics
So that come-up off you brain 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 ring with MC's and watch 'em run for cover
And hidin' in trees, to escape the mic that I on
on, exceed on

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

I'll turn, you and mans, to my yesterday plans
Oh damn, totin' two like 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 me to them plans

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

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

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

I'm crazy my nagga but uh, I thought y'all knew that,
Oh you ain't see the Shit 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 when I come far fucker, don't it sound like a hit?
Y'all didn't know what the fuck y'all 'bout
You sound like a
(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 at this clip

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

Silkk the Shocker, KLC perv and mash like, and Dre nigga
Y'all can 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 fuckin' that

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

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

Or that I roll on every fuckin' verse I'm rappin' on
(That Mystikal tighter than a muh'fucker)
Ha, ha?
I came up off of Peter Piper bells and the bad
Nee nigga to be pissed off me
'Cause their old lady they call me their

pilin' up and crowdin' up but I'm their favorite
The type to fly buyin' a IROC
And chop you in motherfuckin' face
(Hii, yah)
Your album ain't tite, what in the fuck is you
You played out just like old 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 'em fifty, get the shit up off my chest
Releasin' anger, all gangsta energy
Loc the name, Dogg House game

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

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

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

Like I'm, doin' bad, 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, shit is bumpin'
I apologize, I'm for the drama
Can I get your autograph for my momma?"

Shit I'm it off, lettin' it off, bustin'
Hustlin', rushin', dustin'
the heat, lock 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 bout 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 speak louder than
No Limit Records, here to protect and