Luyện nghe bài hát Be True 2 It

(*talking*)
Ghetto mayn, yeah
Koopa, I'm talking bout
An underground 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 hottest the South has got, if you Chamillion is not
Swallow the key and throw it out, and just make sure your mouth is
Some look up to Pac, and some up to The Rock
But is something I'm not, so I don't look up a lot
You wearing a Jacob watch, and fronting like were rocks
the Mix Tap Messiah drops, that B-S is finna stop
I'm not gon knock a nigga, for trying to like he doing it
Be true to it, if you say you it and ain't doing it
Then you get exposed, you know that I'm gonna ruin it
It's foolishness, sip your Hypnotic I hope you with it
I'ma your cheap, thirty dolla 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 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 the chicks, cause I'm smooth as Heff
Yep and it ain't nothing better, money and hoes
Ok I lied one of those, and one of em's hoes
Two types of green, yep then one of em grows
Ok both of em grow, but for me it's 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 trying to see, how the crew get
22's on the Coupe, that's how the get down
Uptown, that's them niggaz play with K's and tech's
And your body in them streets, if it's disrespect
Different on channel six, keep these hoochies wet
Different sets of hollow tips, keep these in check
I make from killa flows, that I spit on tour
straight from the heart, from the pain I endure
Locked up in a cage, no sun for days
Better play street smart, and try to duck dark days
They say, sixty grams'll get you two for six
The sixty grams in my clip, can get wrist on lit
Bracelets them karats, sparkling nice
like you stuck your 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 that
I'm trying to get rich, by shaking all that in the mix
I stay in the mix hitting licks, my grinding to fix
Better fix your frame without, when you 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 fool him
I kill beats on two, like this is a pen
Don't me click-clack, and reload again
Leave your ears are opening, the of rolling rims
Mouth full of ammo, the black
Do they me to spit for em, Cham (man, no)
And your man know, I can go off like a bomb in a so
Watch you stand, oh
Judging how the hand glow, if I let the slow
The sun will pack in gold, know
Matter of fact, the flow is so 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 last to
Can I get her ass to go,