Luyện nghe bài hát Hip 2 Tha Skeme

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

See i aint had shit
but my strife and my and my life
and all thems is hand downs from my granddaddy lidvens
the closest black folks ever to pimpin
is steal and hustling food stamps for that 94
how many days can i stretch this box of
never quits im a brother
pitching fits or pitching
i use my mouth or a lack muscle anything to the rent,
dont you 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
while they got in the bank
we just got on the dank
and when we got fresh 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 cash and gangsta leaning on ass
twentys and tens its all about ends
no need to sin to uplift a california
but i grin cos all i as a tot was them ogs
motherfuckars with the glocks
and now the is in my pockets
and my spots hot the haiwaiian 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 when we all shed tears
and its clear to my ear i had to learn knowledge
cos after 12th grade i had to say college
and the no longer will i waste my time
the pen was stuck in my
but im stuck to the
im steady
back to the station,
they checking me but its inflation thats doing taking
no cant be waiting let me do my thing
i was like a fiend but now im hip to tha skeme

i heard recognized game its in your face
im spitting the game so to you
you feel the wet trace
if in the hood had a phd
youd say that dr flip that hell it good for me
brothers walkin one line one place to go
aint no revolution they just walking to the store
here take a swigger so its said the niggerroe
just wanna get the rigamole i been here before
a typical ho 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 spot
but aint no twist up in this cemetery
nineteen fiftyfour
i's been hustling for dough
my girl been putting out that wick like she's a specialized pro
this shit is getting
im getting ill to kill
the thing i can inherit is an overdue bill
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 my fucked up fickle frown
is cos im thinking how the wealth dont trickle down
listen to that beat nickle pound as my in the back
pass the nickle bag around and im at the street
through the up windows knowing if i was walking
id be smelling stench of piss or pussy in your window
i ask when stores get closed down
a that 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 with
robbed and and killed
aint no po getting rich
some caps is getting peeled
except for a couple of motherfuckas who live their
token lifestyles of the rich and famous
front of the magazine but that's a known
trick tell them their own dick
im hip to the
im to bring up the whole clique.