Luyện nghe bài hát Hip 2 Tha Skeme

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

See i never had shit
but my strife and my game and my
and all thems is hand downs from my granddaddy lidvens
the closest folks ever came to pimpin
is steal and hustling food stamps for that 94
how many days can i stretch box of grits
shit never quits im a
pitching fits or shit
i use my or a lack muscle anything to make the rent,
dont you the hustle.
I know the us and i could run it
im about to make four dollars into 4 hundred
aint nothing but this serious game
while they got in the bank
we got money on the dank
and when we got rims we on top,
on top of what when the 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 a california living
but i grin cos all i remember as a tot was ogs
gankin 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 the yay is brought in by the cia
see im a motherfuckas done some dirt for my meal ticket
but i quick you gots to deal with it
i did for twentytwofucking years
you damn straight my homies relate when we all shed
and its clear to my ear i had to learn knowledge
cos after grade i had to say fuck college
and the knowledge no longer i waste my time
the pen was in my hand
but im to the grind
im mobbing
to the police station,
they checking me but its thats doing this taking
no hesistating cant be let me do my thing
i was hooked like a fiend but now im hip to tha

i recognized game when its in your face
im the game so close 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 just walking to the liquor store
take a swigger so its quicker said the niggerroe
just wanna get thru the i been here before
a typical ho aint no different
except that she would know that no prostitute
can become a up in this system
be more drama than a soap opera daytime spot
but aint no twist up in this plot
since nineteen
i's been hustling for that
my girl been putting out that wick like she's a specialized pro
this shit is getting
im ill ready to kill
the only thing i can is an overdue bill
now its six in the
i stride to the
as i glide down the
i get to far
cos my gas is E
im not yet
but you dont me though
unlesss you creeping as my drive through window
now if you wondering my fucked up fickle frown
is cos im thinking bout how the wealth trickle down
listen to that beat nickle 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 stale pussy in window
i ask when those stores get down
a system that eats itself got it looking a ghost town
no proof of yeah my ass is purchase proof
analyze how fucked us like if i was dr ruth
im on proof the truth they started with nothing
robbed and and killed
aint no po getting rich
less some is getting peeled
except for a couple of motherfuckas who done live
token seen lifestyles of the rich and
front page of the magazine but a known
trick tell them suck own dick
im hip to the
im bout to up the whole clique.