Luyện nghe bài hát Hip 2 Tha Skeme

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

See i never had shit
but my and my game and my life
and all is just hand downs from my granddaddy lidvens
the black folks ever came to pimpin
is steal and hustling food stamps for that 94
how many can i stretch this box of grits
never quits im a brother
pitching or pitching shit
i use my mouth or a lack muscle anything to the rent,
you know the hustle.
I know the us and i could run it
im to make these four dollars into 4 hundred
aint nothing but this serious game
they got billions in the bank
we got money on the dank
and when we got rims we on top,
on top of when the kitchen's table's on hock
gun on but we seen it on the past
make a fast dash for the and gangsta leaning on your ass
twentys and tens its all about ends
no need to sin to uplift a california
but i grin cos all i remember as a tot was ogs
gankin motherfuckars the glocks
and now the is in my pockets
and my spots hot like the haiwaiian
a topic cos this one's a cya
though the yay is brought in by the cia
see im a motherfuckas thats done some for my meal ticket
but i quick you gots to deal with it
well i did for twentytwofucking
you damn straight my relate when we all shed tears
and its clear to my ear i had to that knowledge
cos after grade i had to say fuck college
and the knowledge no longer will i my time
the pen was in my hand
but im to the grind
im mobbing
back to the station,
they checking me but its inflation thats doing taking
no hesistating cant be let me do my thing
i was hooked like a fiend but now im hip to tha

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