Luyện nghe bài hát Be True 2 It

(*talking*)
Ghetto mayn, yeah
Koopa, know I'm bout
An soldier baby
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 Chamillion is not
Swallow the key and throw it out, and just make your mouth is locked
Some look up to Pac, and some look up to The
But short is something I'm not, so I look up a lot
You wearing a Jacob watch, and fronting like they were
When the Mix Tap Messiah drops, that B-S is stop
I'm not gon knock a nigga, for trying to like he doing it
Be true to it, if you say you doing it and ain't it
Then you will get exposed, you know that I'm gonna it
It's foolishness, sip your I hope you cool with it
I'ma expose cheap, thirty dolla bottle ass niggaz
No brain in your head, cause your head ass niggaz
All you watching TV, I wanna date a model ass
I wanna go buy a more expensive bottle, than ass niggaz
Yep, the tool is
But we can off the gloves, and we can do to death
Don't get it mixed up, my chips up I'm glued to
Don't get it up with the chicks, cause I'm smooth as Heff
Yep and it ain't better, than money and hoes
Ok I lied one of those, and one of em's hoes
Two different types of green, yep then one of em
Ok of em grow, but for me it's money from shows, yep

the King, Koopa
Hey, hey, hey

[Lew
I need a six dime, that's gon ride for me
The type of broad if heat, she gon lie for me
Stash cake for me, when HPD
On my trail trying to see, how the 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 in them streets, if it's disrespect
Different sets on six, keep these hoochies wet
sets of hollow tips, keep these niggaz in check
I make checks killa flows, that I spit on tour
Coming straight from the heart, from the I endure
up in a cage, with no sun for days
Better play them street smart, and try to dark days
They say, that grams'll get you two for six
The grams in my clip, can get your wrist on lit
with them karats, sparkling nice
Looking you stuck your fist, in a block of ice
But take advice from a hustla, the is sick
I pop a snitch, it's niggaz on the that snitch
I'm trying to get rich, by shaking all that in the mix
I in the mix hitting licks, cause my grinding to fix
Better fix your frame without, when you on us
It's the triple C Click, and can't 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 again
Leave your ears are opening, the size of rims
Mouth full of ammo, the Rambo
Do they me to spit for em, Cham (man, no)
And your man know, I can go off like a in a land so
where you stand, oh
Judging how the glow, if I let the hand slow
The sun will pack in gold, they
of fact, the flow 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 first to come, and the to go
She the first to come, you the to know
Can I get her ass to go,