Luyện nghe bài hát Hip 2 Tha Skeme

i get it
make it one make it two it three
before it happens
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 and my game and my life
and all thems is just downs from my granddaddy lidvens
the closest black ever came to pimpin
is steal and hustling stamps for that 94 caddy
how days can i stretch this box of grits
shit quits im a brother
fits or pitching shit
i use my mouth or a muscle anything to make the rent,
dont you 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 serious
while they got in the bank
we just got on the dank
and when we got fresh we on top,
on top of what when the kitchen's table's on
gun on cock but we seen it on the
make a 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
gankin motherfuckars the glocks
and now the is in my pockets
and my spots hot like the haiwaiian
a taskforce cos this one's a cya
even though the yay is in by the cia
see im a motherfuckas thats done some dirt for my meal
but i quick you gots to deal with 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 knowledge no will i waste my time
the pen was stuck in my
but im to the grind
im steady
back to the station,
they checking me but its 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 heard recognized when its in your face
im spitting the so close to you
you could feel the wet
if in the hood had a phd
youd say that dr flip that hell it good for me
200thousand walkin one line 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 typical ho really no different
except that she would know caint no prostitute
can become a pimp up in system
it'd be more drama than a soap opera spot
but aint no twist up in this plot
since fiftyfour
i's been for that dough
my girl putting out cross that wick like she's a specialized pro
this shit is getting
im getting ill ready to
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 window
now if you bout my fucked up fickle frown
is cos im thinking bout how the dont trickle down
listen to that nickle pound as my homies in the back
the nickle bag around and im looking at the street
through the fogged up knowing if i was walking
id be smelling stench of piss or pussy in your window
i ask those stores get closed down
a that eats itself got it looking like a ghost town
no proof of yeah my ass is purchase proof
analyze how they fucked us like if i was dr
im on proof with the they started with nothing
and ganked and killed
aint no po folks rich
less some caps is getting
for a couple of motherfuckas who done live their
token seen lifestyles of the rich and
front 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.