Luyện nghe bài hát Hip 2 Tha Skeme

i get it
make it one make it two make it
right before it
make it make it five make it 6 7 8 9
ten
come on motherfucka we can do it

See i never had shit
but my strife and my and my life
and all thems is just hand from my granddaddy lidvens
the closest black folks ever to pimpin
is steal and food stamps for that 94 caddy
how many days can i stretch this box of
shit never quits im a
pitching fits or pitching
i use my mouth or a lack muscle anything to the rent,
dont you the hustle.
I the us economy and i could run it
im about to make these four dollars 4 hundred
aint nothing happening but serious game
they got billions in the bank
we just got on the dank
and when we got rims we on top,
on top of what the kitchen's table's on hock
gun on cock but we it on the past
a fast dash for the cash and gangsta leaning on your ass
twentys and tens its all about making
no need to sin to uplift a living
but i cos all i remember as a tot was them ogs
gankin motherfuckars the glocks
and now the rocks is in my
and my spots hot like the haiwaiian
a topic cos this one's a cya
even though the yay is in by the cia
see im a thats done some dirt for my meal ticket
but i learned quick you gots to with it
i did for twentytwofucking years
you damn my homies relate when we all shed tears
and its clear to my ear i had to learn knowledge
cos after 12th grade i had to say fuck
and the no longer will i waste my time
the pen was stuck in my
but im stuck to the
im steady
to the police station,
they checking me but its thats doing this taking
no cant be waiting let me do my thing
i was hooked like a fiend but now im hip to tha

i heard recognized game when its in face
im spitting the so close to you
you feel the wet trace
if in the hood had a phd
youd say dr flip that burger hell it good for me
200thousand walkin one line one place to go
aint no they just walking to the liquor store
here take a swigger so its quicker said the
wanna get thru the rigamole i been here before
a typical ho aint really no
except that she would know that no prostitute
can a pimp up in this system
it'd be more drama than a soap daytime spot
but no twist up in this cemetery plot
since fiftyfour
i's hustling for that dough
my girl been out cross that wick like she's a specialized pro
shit is getting steep
im getting ill to kill
the only thing i can is an overdue bill
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 soap as my drive through window
now if you wondering bout my up fickle frown
is cos im thinking bout how the wealth 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 if i was walking
id be smelling stench of piss or stale pussy in window
i ask when those get closed down
a system eats itself got it looking like a ghost town
no proof of purchase yeah my ass is proof
analyze how they us like if i was dr ruth
im on proof with the truth they started nothing
robbed and and killed
no po folks getting rich
less some caps is getting
except for a couple of motherfuckas who 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 to bring up the whole clique.