Luyện nghe bài hát Hip 2 Tha Skeme

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

See i aint never had
but my and my game and my life
and all thems is just hand downs from my granddaddy
the closest black folks ever came to
is steal and hustling food stamps for 94 caddy
how many days can i this box of grits
shit never quits im a
pitching fits or pitching
i use my or a lack muscle anything to make the rent,
dont you the hustle.
I know the us and i could run it
im about to make four dollars into 4 hundred
aint nothing happening but serious game
while got billions in the bank
we just got money on the
and when we got fresh we on top,
on top of what when the kitchen's table's on
gun on cock but we seen it on the
a fast dash for the cash and gangsta leaning on your ass
twentys and tens its all about ends
no to sin to uplift a california living
but i cos all i remember as a tot was them ogs
gankin with the glocks
and now the rocks is in my
and my spots hot like the haiwaiian
a taskforce topic cos this a cya
though the yay is brought in by the cia
see im a motherfuckas thats done dirt for my meal ticket
but i learned quick you gots to deal 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 12th grade i had to say fuck college
and the knowledge no longer will i my time
the pen was stuck in my
but im stuck to the
im mobbing
back to the station,
they checking me but its inflation thats this taking
no hesistating be waiting let me do my thing
i was hooked like a fiend but now im hip to tha

i heard game when its in your face
im the game so close to you
you feel the wet trace
if everybody in the had a phd
youd say that dr flip that burger hell it for me
200thousand brothers walkin one line one to go
aint no revolution they just to the liquor store
take a swigger so its quicker said the niggerroe
just get thru the rigamole i been here before
a ho aint really no different
except that she would know that caint no
can become a pimp up in this
it'd be more drama than a soap opera daytime
but no twist up in this cemetery plot
since fiftyfour
i's been hustling for dough
my girl been putting out cross that like she's a specialized pro
this shit is steep
im getting ill to kill
the only thing i can inherit is an overdue
now its six in the
i stride to the
as i down the street
i get to far
cos my gas is E
im not yet
but you dont me though
unlesss you creeping as my drive through 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 homies in the
pass the bag around and im looking at the street
through the fogged up windows knowing if i was
id be smelling stench of piss or stale pussy in your
i ask when those stores get closed
a system that eats itself got it looking like a ghost
no proof of yeah my ass is purchase proof
analyze how they fucked us if i was dr ruth
im on proof the truth they started with nothing
and ganked and killed
aint no po folks rich
less some caps is getting
for a couple of motherfuckas who done live their
token seen of the rich and famous
front page of the magazine but that's a
tell them suck their own dick
im hip to the
im bout to bring up the clique.