Luyện nghe bài hát Hip 2 Tha Skeme

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

See i never had shit
but my strife and my and my life
and all thems is just hand downs from my granddaddy
the closest black folks came to pimpin
is steal and hustling stamps for that 94 caddy
how many days can i stretch box of grits
shit never im a brother
pitching or pitching shit
i use my mouth or a muscle anything to make the rent,
you know the hustle.
I know the us economy and i run it
im about to make these four into 4 hundred
aint nothing happening but this serious
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
make a fast dash for the and gangsta leaning on your ass
and tens its all about making ends
no need to sin to a california living
but i cos all i remember as a tot was them 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 dirt for my ticket
but i learned quick you gots to deal it
i did for twentytwofucking years
you damn my homies relate when we all shed tears
and its clear to my ear i had to that knowledge
cos after 12th grade i had to say college
and the knowledge no longer i waste my time
the pen was in my hand
but im to the grind
im steady
back to the station,
they me but its inflation thats doing this taking
no hesistating cant be let me do my thing
i was like a fiend but now im hip to tha skeme

i heard game when its in your face
im spitting the game so 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 brothers walkin one one place to go
aint no they just walking to the liquor store
here take a swigger so its said the niggerroe
wanna get thru the rigamole i been here before
a ho aint really no different
except that she would that caint no prostitute
can become a pimp up in system
it'd be more drama than a opera daytime spot
but aint no twist up in cemetery plot
since nineteen
i's hustling for that dough
my girl been putting out cross that wick like a specialized pro
this shit is getting
im getting ill to kill
the only thing i can inherit is an 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 dont me though
unlesss you creeping soap as my through window
now if you bout my fucked up fickle frown
is cos im thinking bout how the wealth dont down
to that beat nickle pound as my homies in the back
pass the nickle bag around and im looking at the
through the fogged up windows if i was walking
id be stench of piss or stale pussy in your window
i ask when those get closed down
a system that eats itself got it looking like a ghost
no proof of yeah my ass is purchase proof
analyze how they us like if i was dr ruth
im on proof with the truth they started with
robbed and ganked and
aint no po getting rich
some caps is getting peeled
except for a of motherfuckas who done live their
token seen of the rich and famous
front of the magazine but that's a known
trick tell them their own dick
im hip to the
im bout to bring up the clique.