Luyện nghe bài hát Hip 2 Tha Skeme

i get it
it one make it two make it three
right before it
make it four it five 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 is just hand downs from my granddaddy lidvens
the closest black folks ever to pimpin
is steal and hustling stamps for that 94 caddy
how many can i stretch this box of grits
shit quits im a brother
pitching or pitching shit
i use my mouth or a lack muscle to make the rent,
dont you the hustle.
I know the us and i could run it
im to make these four dollars into 4 hundred
nothing happening but this serious game
while they got billions in the
we just got on the dank
and when we got fresh we on top,
on top of when the kitchen's table's on hock
gun on but we seen it on the past
make a fast dash for the cash and 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 with the glocks
and now the is in my pockets
and my spots hot the haiwaiian tropics
a taskforce topic cos one's a cya
even though the yay is in by the cia
see im a motherfuckas thats done dirt for my meal ticket
but i learned quick you gots to deal it
well i did for twentytwofucking
you straight my homies relate when we all shed tears
and its clear to my ear i had to that knowledge
cos 12th grade i had to say fuck college
and the knowledge no longer 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 inflation thats doing this
no hesistating 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 so close to you
you could the wet trace
if in the hood had a phd
youd say that dr flip that burger it good for me
200thousand walkin one line one place to go
no revolution they just walking to the liquor store
here take a swigger so its quicker said the
just get thru the rigamole i been here before
a typical ho aint really no
that she would know that caint no prostitute
can become a up in this system
it'd be more drama than a soap opera spot
but aint no twist up in cemetery plot
since fiftyfour
i's been for that dough
my girl been putting out cross that wick she's a specialized pro
shit is getting steep
im getting ill ready to
the only thing i can inherit is an 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 me though
unlesss you soap as my drive through window
now if you wondering bout my fucked up fickle
is cos im thinking bout how the wealth dont down
listen to beat nickle pound as my homies in the back
the nickle bag around and im looking at the street
through the fogged up windows knowing if i was
id be stench of piss or stale pussy in your window
i ask those stores get closed down
a system that eats itself got it like a ghost town
no of purchase yeah my ass is purchase proof
analyze how fucked us like if i was dr ruth
im on with the truth they started with nothing
robbed and and killed
aint no po folks rich
less some caps is peeled
except for a of motherfuckas who done live their
token lifestyles of the rich and famous
front page of the magazine but a known
trick tell them suck their own
im hip to the
im bout to bring up the clique.