Luyện nghe bài hát Hip 2 Tha Skeme

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

See i aint had shit
but my and my game and my life
and all thems is just downs from my granddaddy lidvens
the closest folks ever came to pimpin
is and hustling food stamps for that 94 caddy
how many days can i this box of grits
shit never im a brother
pitching fits or pitching
i use my or a lack muscle anything to make the rent,
you know the hustle.
I the us economy and i could run it
im about to make these dollars into 4 hundred
aint nothing but this serious game
they got billions in the bank
we got money on the dank
and when we got rims we on top,
on top of what when the kitchen's table's on
gun on but we seen it on the past
make a dash for the cash and gangsta leaning on your ass
and tens its all about making ends
no need to sin to uplift a living
but i grin cos all i as a tot was them ogs
gankin motherfuckars the glocks
and now the is in my pockets
and my spots hot like the haiwaiian
a taskforce topic cos this a cya
even the yay is brought in by the cia
see im a motherfuckas 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 to my ear i had to learn that knowledge
cos after grade i had to say fuck college
and the knowledge no longer will i waste my
the pen was in my hand
but im stuck to the
im steady
back to the station,
they checking me but its inflation doing this 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 could the wet trace
if everybody in the had a phd
youd say that dr flip that burger hell it for me
200thousand walkin one line one place to go
no revolution they just walking to the liquor store
here take a so its quicker said the niggerroe
just wanna get thru the rigamole i been here
a typical ho aint no different
except that she would know caint no prostitute
can become a up in this system
it'd be more drama than a opera daytime spot
but aint no twist up in this plot
since nineteen
i's hustling for that dough
my been putting out cross that wick like she's a specialized pro
shit is getting steep
im getting ill 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 hear me
unlesss you creeping soap as my drive through
now if you wondering bout my up fickle frown
is cos im thinking bout how the wealth dont trickle
listen to that beat pound as my homies in the back
the nickle bag around and im looking at the street
through the up windows knowing if i was walking
id be smelling of piss or stale pussy in your window
i ask those stores get closed down
a system eats itself got it looking like a ghost town
no proof of purchase my ass is purchase proof
how they fucked us like if i was dr ruth
im on proof the truth they started with nothing
robbed and and killed
no po folks getting rich
less some caps is peeled
except for a of motherfuckas who done live their
token seen lifestyles of the and famous
front of the magazine but that's a known
trick them suck their own dick
im hip to the
im to bring up the whole clique.