Luyện nghe bài hát Hip 2 Tha Skeme

i get it
it one make it two make it three
right it happens
it four 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 game and my
and all is just hand downs from my granddaddy lidvens
the closest black folks came to pimpin
is steal and hustling food for that 94 caddy
how many can i stretch this box of grits
never quits im a brother
pitching fits or pitching
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
aint nothing happening but this game
while they got billions in the
we just got on the dank
and when we got fresh we on top,
on top of what the kitchen's table's on hock
gun on but we seen it on the past
a fast dash for the cash and gangsta leaning on your ass
twentys and tens its all 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 dirt for my ticket
but i learned quick you gots to with it
well i did for years
you damn straight my homies when we all shed tears
and its clear to my ear i had to learn that
cos after 12th grade i had to say college
and the knowledge no longer will i my time
the pen was stuck in my
but im stuck to the
im steady
back to the station,
they me but its inflation thats doing this taking
no hesistating be waiting let me do my thing
i was hooked a fiend but now im hip to tha skeme

i recognized game when its in your face
im the game so close to you
you could the wet trace
if everybody in the had a phd
say that dr flip that burger hell it good for me
200thousand brothers walkin one one place to go
aint no they just walking to the liquor store
here take a swigger so its quicker the niggerroe
just wanna get thru the 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 aint no twist up in this cemetery
since fiftyfour
i's been hustling for that
my girl putting out cross that wick like she's a specialized pro
this shit is steep
im ill ready to kill
the only thing i can inherit is an overdue
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 dont me though
unlesss you creeping soap as my drive window
now if you wondering my fucked up fickle frown
is cos im thinking bout how the wealth trickle down
listen to that nickle pound as my homies in the back
pass the nickle bag around and im looking at the
the fogged up windows knowing if i was walking
id be smelling stench of piss or pussy in your window
i ask when those stores get down
a system that eats itself got it looking like a town
no proof of purchase yeah my ass is proof
analyze how fucked us like if i was dr ruth
im on proof with the truth they started with
robbed and and killed
aint no po getting rich
less some is getting peeled
except for a couple of motherfuckas who live their
token seen of the rich and famous
page of the magazine but that's a known
trick tell them their own dick
im hip to the
im bout to up the whole clique.