Luyện nghe bài hát Hip 2 Tha Skeme

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

See i aint never had
but my and my game and my life
and all thems is hand downs from my granddaddy lidvens
the black folks ever came to pimpin
is and hustling food stamps for that 94 caddy
how many can i stretch this box of grits
shit quits im a brother
pitching or pitching shit
i use my mouth or a muscle anything to make the rent,
you know the hustle.
I the us economy and i could run it
im to make these four dollars into 4 hundred
nothing happening but this serious game
while 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 but we seen it on the past
make a fast dash for the cash and leaning on your ass
and tens its all about making ends
no need to sin to uplift a living
but i grin cos all i remember as a tot was ogs
gankin motherfuckars with the
and now the rocks is in my
and my spots hot like the tropics
a taskforce topic cos 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 deal it
i did for twentytwofucking years
you damn straight my homies relate we all shed tears
and its clear to my ear i had to learn that
cos 12th grade i had to say fuck college
and the no longer will i waste my time
the pen was stuck in my
but im stuck to the
im mobbing
to the police station,
they checking me but its inflation thats this taking
no cant be waiting let me do my thing
i was hooked like a but now im hip to tha skeme

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