Luyện nghe bài hát Hip 2 Tha Skeme

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

See i aint never had
but my strife and my and my life
and all thems is just hand downs from my granddaddy
the closest black ever 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 or pitching shit
i use my mouth or a lack anything to make the rent,
dont you the hustle.
I know the us economy and i run it
im about to make these four dollars into 4
aint nothing happening but this serious
while they got billions in the
we just got money on the
and when we got rims we on top,
on top of what when the kitchen's on hock
gun on cock but we it on the past
a fast dash for the cash and gangsta leaning on your ass
twentys and 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
motherfuckars with the glocks
and now the rocks is in my
and my hot like the haiwaiian tropics
a taskforce topic cos 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 learned quick you gots to deal it
i did for twentytwofucking years
you straight my homies relate 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 will i waste my time
the pen was in my hand
but im stuck to the
im steady
back to the station,
they checking me but its thats doing this taking
no hesistating cant be waiting let me do my
i was hooked like a but now im hip to tha skeme

i recognized game when its in your face
im spitting the game so to you
you feel the wet trace
if everybody in the had a phd
youd say that dr flip burger hell it good for me
200thousand walkin one line one place to go
aint no revolution they just walking to the liquor
here take a so its quicker said the niggerroe
just wanna get thru the rigamole i been here
a ho aint really no different
except that she know that caint no prostitute
can become a up in this system
it'd be drama than a soap opera daytime spot
but no twist up in this cemetery plot
since fiftyfour
i's been for that dough
my girl been putting out cross that wick like she's a pro
this shit is getting
im ill ready to kill
the only i can inherit 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 soap as my drive through window
now if you bout my fucked up fickle frown
is cos im thinking bout how the wealth dont trickle
listen to that beat nickle pound as my homies in the
pass the nickle bag around and im looking at the
through the fogged up knowing if i was walking
id be smelling stench of piss or stale pussy in your
i ask those stores get closed down
a system that eats itself got it looking like a ghost
no proof of purchase yeah my ass is proof
how they fucked us like if i was dr ruth
im on proof with the truth started with nothing
robbed and ganked and
no po folks getting rich
less caps is getting peeled
except for a couple of motherfuckas who done live
token seen lifestyles of the rich and
front of the magazine but that's a known
tell them suck their own dick
im hip to the
im bout to bring up the clique.