Luyện nghe bài hát Ghetto Symphony

Yo nephew, give me some of no limit shit
Yeah, we got my nigga Fiend in the
C-Murder in this motherfucker, all up in this bitch
Goldie Loc, mm, mm, my Silkk the Shocker
Oh yeah, we got for the ladies too
Mia X, run bitch

Lyrical arsonist, lady
Down South, hustler, weight smuggler
I'm mother, of the Tank, gave birth to an
Guerrilla millionaires, so don't even ask, if you
Get to clappin', action specialty of style

We made the world respect the underground while
Some of y'all niggaz talk and get mad
'Cause we did it a foot up your ass and it's still there
I cares not about click or your block

I'm still that same bitch to run up in your and knock you off
Broad, with the cause, on a mission
them niggaz by they nuts while you hoes be dick kissin'

Missin' the game, damn it's written in plain Ebonics
So shake that come-up off you brain and do the
Mia X, off the ghetto symphony
soldier up, tell 'em who the fuck you be
(What? It's y'all)

Put me in the ring with real MC's and watch 'em run for
And hidin' in trees, to the mic that I breathe on
on, exceed on

Weak rappers with titles twelve
Hit a bell that's I'll feed on
Microphone Don, walkin' flesh, talkin'
Bringin' harm, to the and, them be alarmed
It's the African, oh, you wanna battle

turn, you and your mans, to my yesterday plans
Oh damn, totin' two like Yosemite Sam
Old man be grand, as the Southern band
Pickups and caravans, the soldier, could, that can
I be the man but God beat me to them plans

up, on the M I C
C-Murder, get for the symphony

I be's that on the tank, always trippin' never slippin'
Have you reminiscin' and missin', that fool in your
Call me Bossalinie bitch without the at shows
And fuck dose who oppose we runnin' them

365 days a year
I have your staggerin' just like a bottle of beer
You niggaz from the cops, well I ain't runnin' no mo'
I flip the bird when I swerve, man, them hoes

I'm crazy my nagga but uh, I thought y'all that, shit
Oh you ain't see the news? Shit I'm the with the TRU tat
Ask my nigga Keno, shit, I just don't a fuck
And if you run up wrong, I'ma you up, you bitch you

up, on the M I C
Silkk the get busy on the symphony

Now when I come this far fucker, don't it sound a hit?
Y'all didn't know what the fuck y'all thinkin'
You sound a bitch
(Beotch!)

Shit it sound like a wish, you when you got a
hit bitch? When it sound like this
Or you fake niggaz get heart, and try to
Bust a at this clip

around and miss, then fuck around and get found in a ditch
Gotta labels me dough, when they find I can, gross this much
Freestyle shit, you can em I ain't, wrote this stuff

Silkk the Shocker, KLC perv and like, Snoop and Dre nigga
Y'all can to [unverified] get a contract like, MJ nigga
It ain't you from, it's where the fuck you at
N O L I M I T, Top Dogg, and I'm fuckin' that

up, on the M I C
Mystikal get on the symphony

Who motherfucker goddamn
I keep it hype, I'm the man
the fuck you ever heard somebody say
That they don't say my

Or that I don't roll on fuckin' verse I'm rappin' on
(That nigga Mystikal than a muh'fucker)
Ha, ha?
I came up off of Peter Piper bells and the bad
Nee nigga to be pissed off me
'Cause their old they call me their baby

MC's pilin' up and up but I'm their favorite
The type to fly buyin' a Z-28
And you in your motherfuckin' face
(Hii, yah)
album ain't tite, what in the fuck is you pushin'?
You out just like old woman pussy

up, on the M I C
Goldie Loc, get busy on the

Now watch me put these haters to the test, accumulatin' with my
Fold 'em fuck 'em fifty, get the shit up off my
Releasin' anger, all gangsta energy
Goldie Loc the name, Dogg game

Motherfuckers better start up
(Whattup whattup)
We in the Tank punk
Motherfuckers don't see us loc'd up
Little Goldie Loc, Goldie the same thang
Smashin' for the hood, 'cause I to gang bang

Last up, I believe me
Dogg, light up the mic for the symphony

This jam is dedicated to all non
That thought I wasn't comin', out some exquisite, rhymes
But that's okay, 'cause now I'm
To kill all the rumors and straighten the

Like I'm, bad, gettin' ganked for my bank
Now you all on my dick you see I'm TRU Tank Dogg
You say, "Mm, mm, mm, that somethin'
Dogg I yo' album, my nigga, that shit is bumpin'
I apologize, I'm for the drama
Can I get autograph for my baby momma?"

Shit I'm it off, lettin' it off, bustin'
Hustlin', rushin', dustin'
the heat, lock up the street, we 'posed to
I put this pistol in your mouth, now you gon' do?

Top of the line, first
I pop a cap in yo' ass, then pop some in the glass
Too legit to quit, I'm gangsta shit
Man all that yappin', we bout that gun clappin'

No Limit, yeah, what's happenin'
Fuck all that yappin', we bout that gun clappin',
In the real world, talk is cheap, actions speak louder than
No Limit Records, here to protect and