Luyện nghe bài hát Be True 2 It

(*talking*)
Ghetto mayn, yeah
Koopa, I'm talking bout
An soldier baby
mayn, hey

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

It's the King,
Hey, hey, hey

[Lew
I need a six dime, that's gon ride for me
The of broad if it's heat, she gon lie for me
Stash cake for me, when HPD
On my trying to see, how the crew get down
on the Coupe, that's how the crew get down
Uptown, that's where them play with K's and tech's
And your body in them streets, if it's disrespect
Different sets on six, keep these hoochies wet
Different sets of hollow tips, keep niggaz in check
I checks from killa flows, that I spit on tour
Coming from the heart, from the pain I endure
Locked up in a cage, no sun for days
Better play them street smart, and try to dark days
They say, sixty grams'll get you two for six
The grams in my clip, can get your wrist on lit
Bracelets with them karats, sparkling
Looking like you stuck fist, in a block of ice
But advice from a hustla, the cops is sick
I pop a snitch, it's niggaz on the block snitch
I'm to get rich, by shaking all that white in the mix
I stay in the mix hitting licks, my grinding to fix
fix your frame without, when you speaking on us
It's the C Click, and they can't fuck with us

Uh, Lew Hawk, uh

It's the young Hooligan, who could with him
I kill beats on two, like this is a pen
Don't make me click-clack, and again
Leave your ears are opening, the size of rims
Mouth full of ammo, the Rambo
Do they want me to spit for em, (man, no)
And your man know, I can go off like a bomb in a so
where you stand, oh
Judging how the hand glow, if I let the hand
The sun will pack in gold, they
Matter of fact, the is so damn hot
I gotta come out the throwback,
happen 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 to know
Can I get her ass to go,