Luyện nghe bài hát Hip 2 Tha Skeme

i get it
make it one it two make it three
before it happens
make it make it five make 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 hand from my granddaddy lidvens
the closest black folks ever came to
is steal and hustling food stamps for that 94
how many days can i this box of grits
never quits im a brother
pitching fits or pitching
i use my mouth or a lack anything to make the rent,
dont you the hustle.
I the us economy and i could run it
im about to make these four dollars into 4
nothing happening but this serious game
while got billions in the bank
we just got on the dank
and we got fresh rims we on top,
on top of what 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 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
motherfuckars with the glocks
and now the rocks is in my
and my hot like the haiwaiian tropics
a taskforce topic cos this a cya
even though the yay is in by the cia
see im a thats done some dirt for my meal ticket
but i learned quick you gots to deal it
well i did for years
you damn straight my homies when we all shed tears
and its clear to my ear i had to learn knowledge
cos after 12th grade i had to say fuck
and the knowledge no will i waste my time
the pen was stuck in my
but im to the grind
im steady
back to the station,
checking me but its inflation thats doing this taking
no hesistating cant be waiting let me do my
i was hooked like a fiend but now im hip to tha

i heard recognized game when its in your
im spitting the game so to you
you could feel the wet
if in the hood had a phd
youd say that dr that burger hell it good for me
200thousand brothers one line one place to go
aint no revolution they just to the liquor store
take a swigger so its quicker said the niggerroe
just wanna get thru the rigamole i here before
a typical ho aint no different
except that she would that caint no prostitute
can become a pimp up in this
it'd be more drama than a opera daytime spot
but aint no up in this cemetery plot
since fiftyfour
i's hustling for that dough
my girl been putting out cross that wick like she's a pro
this is getting steep
im ill ready 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 soap as my drive through window
now if you wondering bout my fucked up fickle
is cos im thinking bout how the wealth dont trickle
listen to that beat nickle pound as my in the back
pass the nickle bag around and im looking at the
through the fogged up windows knowing if i was
id be stench of piss or stale pussy in your window
i ask when those stores get down
a system that eats itself got it looking like a town
no proof of purchase yeah my ass is purchase
analyze how they fucked us if i was dr ruth
im on proof with the they started with nothing
robbed and and killed
no po folks getting rich
less some caps is getting
except for a couple of motherfuckas who live their
token lifestyles of the rich and famous
front page of the magazine but that's a
trick tell suck their own dick
im hip to the
im bout to up the whole clique.