Luyện nghe bài hát Hip 2 Tha Skeme

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

See i never had shit
but my strife and my and my life
and all thems is just hand downs from my lidvens
the closest black ever came to pimpin
is steal and hustling food stamps for 94 caddy
how many days can i this box of grits
shit never quits im a
pitching fits or shit
i use my mouth or a lack muscle anything to the rent,
you know the hustle.
I the us economy and i could run it
im about to make these four into 4 hundred
aint nothing but this serious game
while got billions in the bank
we got money on the dank
and when we got fresh we on top,
on top of what the kitchen's table'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 tens its all making ends
no to sin to uplift a california living
but i grin cos all i remember as a tot was ogs
gankin motherfuckars the glocks
and now the rocks is in my
and my hot like the haiwaiian tropics
a taskforce cos this one's a cya
though the yay is brought in by the cia
see im a motherfuckas thats some dirt for my meal ticket
but i quick you gots to deal with it
well i did for years
you straight my homies relate when we all shed tears
and its clear to my ear i had to learn knowledge
cos after 12th i had to say fuck college
and the knowledge no longer i waste my time
the pen was in my hand
but im stuck to the
im mobbing
to the police station,
they checking me but its inflation thats doing taking
no cant 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 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
200thousand walkin one line one place to go
aint no revolution they walking to the liquor store
here take a swigger so its quicker said the
just wanna get thru the rigamole i been here
a typical ho really no different
except that she know that caint no prostitute
can become a pimp up in this
it'd be more drama than a soap opera spot
but aint no twist up in cemetery plot
nineteen fiftyfour
i's been for that dough
my girl been putting out cross that wick like she's a pro
this is getting steep
im getting ill ready to
the only thing i can inherit is an overdue
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 dont hear me
you creeping soap as my drive through window
now if you wondering my fucked up fickle frown
is cos im thinking bout how the wealth dont trickle
listen to that beat nickle pound as my in the back
pass the nickle bag around and im looking at the
through the fogged up windows knowing if i was
id be smelling stench of piss or pussy in your window
i ask when stores get closed down
a system eats itself got it looking like a ghost town
no proof of purchase my ass is purchase proof
analyze how they fucked us if i was dr ruth
im on proof with the they started with nothing
robbed and and killed
no po folks getting rich
less caps is getting peeled
except for a couple of who done live their
token seen of the rich and famous
front of the magazine but that's a known
trick tell them suck their own
im hip to the
im bout to up the whole clique.