Luyện nghe bài hát Be True 2 It

(*talking*)
Ghetto mayn, yeah
Koopa, know I'm talking
An underground soldier
mayn, hey

230 thousand dollas not a lot to Rasaq, get out clock
And time how long it take em, to finish my spot
I'm the hottest the South has got, if you think is not
Swallow the key and throw it out, and just make sure your is locked
Some look up to Pac, and some up to The Rock
But short is something I'm not, so I look up a lot
You wearing a Jacob watch, and fronting they were rocks
When the Mix Tap drops, that B-S is finna stop
I'm not gon knock a nigga, for to look like he doing it
Be true to it, if you say you doing it and ain't it
Then you get exposed, you know that I'm gonna ruin it
It's foolishness, sip your Hypnotic I hope you cool it
expose your cheap, thirty dolla bottle ass niggaz
No brain in your head, cause head hollow ass niggaz
All you watching TV, I wanna date a model ass
I wanna go buy a more bottle, than Jigga's ass niggaz
Yep, the tool is
But we can take off the gloves, and we can do to
Don't get it mixed up, my up I'm glued to checks
Don't get it switched up with the chicks, cause I'm smooth as
Yep and it nothing better, than money and hoes
Ok I lied about one of those, and one of em's
Two types of green, yep then one of em grows
Ok both of em grow, but for me money from shows, yep

the King, Koopa
Hey, hey, hey

[Lew
I a six foot dime, that's gon ride for me
The type of broad if heat, she gon lie for me
cake for me, when it's HPD
On my trying to see, how the crew get down
22's on the Coupe, how the crew get down
Uptown, where them niggaz play with K's and tech's
And dump your body in them streets, if disrespect
Different sets on channel six, keep these wet
sets of hollow tips, keep these niggaz in check
I make checks from killa flows, that I spit on
straight from the heart, from the pain I endure
Locked up in a cage, with no sun for
Better play them street smart, and try to duck dark
They say, sixty grams'll get you two for six
The sixty in my clip, can get your wrist on lit
with them karats, sparkling nice
Looking like you your fist, in a block of ice
But take advice from a hustla, the cops is
I pop a snitch, it's on the block that snitch
I'm trying to get rich, by all that white in the mix
I stay in the mix hitting licks, cause my to fix
Better fix frame without, when you speaking on us
It's the triple C Click, and they fuck with us

Uh, Lew Hawk, uh

It's the young Hooligan, who could fool him
I kill on they two, like this is a pen
Don't make me click-clack, and reload
Leave your ears are opening, the of rolling rims
Mouth full of ammo, the black
Do they want me to spit for em, (man, no)
And your man know, I can go off like a in a land so
where you stand, oh
Judging how the hand glow, if I let the slow
The sun will in gold, they know
Matter of fact, the is so damn hot
I gotta out the throwback, Ast-ro
Chickens to know, how we rap at the show
That's why they the to come, and the last to go
She the first to come, you the last to
Can I get her ass to go,