Luyện nghe bài hát Be True 2 It

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

230 thousand not a lot to Rasaq, get out your clock
And time how long it em, to finish building 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 look up to The
But is something I'm not, so I don't look up a lot
You wearing a Jacob watch, and like they were rocks
When the Mix Tap drops, that B-S is finna stop
I'm not gon a nigga, for trying to look like he doing it
Be to it, if you say you doing it and ain't doing 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 your cheap, thirty dolla bottle ass
No brain in your head, cause your head hollow ass
All you watching TV, I wanna date a model ass
I wanna go buy a more expensive bottle, than ass niggaz
Yep, the is kept
But we can take off the gloves, and we can do to
get it mixed up, my chips up I'm glued to checks
Don't get it switched up with the chicks, cause I'm as Heff
Yep and it ain't nothing better, than and hoes
Ok I lied about one of those, and one of em's
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
cake for me, when it's HPD
On my trail to see, how the crew get down
on the Coupe, that's how the crew get down
Uptown, that's where them niggaz play with K's and
And dump your body in them streets, if disrespect
Different sets on channel six, these hoochies wet
sets of hollow tips, keep these niggaz in check
I make checks from killa flows, I spit on tour
Coming straight from the heart, from the pain I
up in a cage, with no sun for days
Better play them street smart, and try to duck days
They say, that grams'll get you two for six
The sixty in my clip, can get your wrist on lit
Bracelets with them karats, nice
Looking you stuck your fist, in a block of ice
But take advice a hustla, the cops is sick
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, my grinding to fix
Better fix frame without, when you speaking on us
It's the triple C Click, and can't fuck with us

Uh, Lew Hawk, uh

It's the Hooligan, who could fool with him
I kill beats on two, like this is a pen
Don't make me click-clack, and reload
Leave your ears are opening, the size of rolling
Mouth full of ammo, the Rambo
Do they want me to for em, Cham (man, no)
And your man know, I can go off like a bomb in a so
where you stand, oh
Judging how the glow, if I let the hand slow
The sun will pack in gold, they
Matter of fact, the flow is so 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,