Luyện nghe bài hát Hip 2 Tha Skeme

i get it
make it one it two make it three
right it happens
make it four make it make it 6 7 8 9
ten
come on motherfucka we can do it

See i aint had shit
but my strife and my and my life
and all thems is just hand downs from my lidvens
the closest black folks ever came to
is steal and hustling food for that 94 caddy
how days can i stretch this box of grits
shit quits im a brother
fits or pitching shit
i use my mouth or a lack anything to make the rent,
you know the hustle.
I know the us economy and i run it
im about to make four dollars into 4 hundred
nothing happening but this serious game
while they got in the bank
we just got money on the
and when we got rims we on top,
on top of when the kitchen's table's on hock
gun on cock but we seen it on the
make a fast dash for the and gangsta leaning on your ass
twentys and its all about making ends
no to sin to uplift a california living
but i grin cos all i as a tot was them ogs
gankin with the glocks
and now the rocks is in my
and my spots hot like the tropics
a topic cos this one's a cya
even the yay is brought in by the cia
see im a motherfuckas thats done some for my meal ticket
but i learned quick you to deal with it
i did for twentytwofucking years
you damn straight my homies relate we all shed tears
and its to my ear i had to learn that knowledge
cos after 12th grade i had to say fuck
and the knowledge no will i waste my time
the pen was stuck in my
but im to the grind
im steady
to the police station,
they checking me but its inflation thats this taking
no hesistating cant be waiting let me do my
i was hooked like a but now im hip to tha skeme

i heard recognized game when its in your
im spitting the so close to you
you feel the wet trace
if in the hood had a phd
say that dr flip that burger hell it good for me
200thousand brothers one line one place to go
no revolution they just walking to the liquor store
here a swigger so its quicker said the niggerroe
just wanna get thru the rigamole i been here
a typical ho aint no different
except that she would know caint no prostitute
can become a up in this system
it'd be more drama a soap opera daytime spot
but aint no twist up in this plot
since fiftyfour
i's hustling for that dough
my girl putting out cross that wick like she's a specialized pro
this shit is getting
im getting ill to kill
the only i can inherit is an overdue bill
now its six in the
i stride to the
as i glide down the
i get to far
cos my gas is E
im not yet
but you dont hear me
unlesss you creeping soap as my drive window
now if you wondering bout my up fickle frown
is cos im thinking how the wealth dont trickle down
listen to that beat nickle pound as my in the back
pass the bag around and im looking at the street
through the up windows knowing if i was walking
id be smelling stench of piss or stale pussy in window
i ask those stores get closed down
a system that eats itself got it like a ghost town
no proof of purchase yeah my ass is proof
analyze how they fucked us like if i was dr
im on proof with the truth they started nothing
robbed and ganked and
aint no po folks getting
less some caps is peeled
except for a couple of who done live their
token seen of the rich and famous
front page of the magazine but that's a
trick tell them suck their own
im hip to the
im to bring up the whole clique.