Luyện nghe bài hát Hip 2 Tha Skeme

i get it
make it one make it two make it
right before it
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 strife and my and my life
and all thems is just hand from my granddaddy lidvens
the closest black folks came to pimpin
is steal and food stamps for that 94 caddy
how many days can i stretch this box of
shit never im a brother
pitching fits or shit
i use my mouth or a lack muscle anything to the rent,
dont you the hustle.
I the us economy and i could run it
im to make these four dollars into 4 hundred
aint nothing happening but serious game
while they got in the bank
we just got money on the
and when we got fresh 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 fast dash for the cash and leaning on your ass
twentys and its all about making ends
no need to sin to a california living
but i grin cos all i as a tot was them ogs
gankin motherfuckars with the
and now the is in my pockets
and my spots hot the haiwaiian tropics
a taskforce cos this one's a cya
though the yay is brought in by the cia
see im a motherfuckas done some dirt for my meal ticket
but i quick you gots to deal with it
well i did for twentytwofucking
you damn my homies relate when we all shed tears
and its clear to my ear i had to learn knowledge
cos 12th grade i had to say fuck college
and the knowledge no longer will i my time
the pen was in my hand
but im to the grind
im steady
to the police station,
they checking me but its inflation thats doing this
no cant be waiting let me do my thing
i was hooked like a but now im hip to tha skeme

i heard recognized game 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 burger hell it good for me
200thousand brothers walkin one line one 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 really no
except that she know that caint no prostitute
can become a pimp up in this
it'd be more drama than a soap daytime spot
but aint no twist up in this plot
since fiftyfour
i's been hustling for dough
my girl been putting out cross wick like she's a specialized pro
this shit is steep
im getting ill to kill
the only thing i can inherit is an overdue
now its six in the
i to the ride
as i glide the street
i get to far
cos my gas is E
im not yet
but you hear me though
unlesss you soap as my drive through window
now if you wondering my fucked up fickle frown
is cos im thinking bout how the wealth dont down
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 windows knowing if i was
id be smelling stench of piss or stale pussy in your
i ask when those stores get down
a system eats itself got it looking like a ghost town
no proof of purchase yeah my ass is proof
analyze how they fucked us like if i was dr
im on proof with the truth they started nothing
robbed and and killed
aint no po folks getting
less some caps is peeled
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 bring up the clique.