Luyện nghe bài hát Be True 2 It

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

230 thousand dollas not a lot to Rasaq, get out your
And time how it take em, to finish building my spot
I'm the the South has got, if you think Chamillion is not
Swallow the key and throw it out, and just sure your mouth is locked
Some up to Pac, and some look up to The Rock
But short is I'm not, so I don't look up a lot
You wearing a watch, and fronting like they 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 to it, if you say you doing it and ain't doing it
Then you will get exposed, you know I'm gonna ruin it
foolishness, sip your Hypnotic I hope you cool with it
I'ma expose your cheap, thirty dolla bottle ass
No brain in your head, cause your head ass niggaz
All you watching TV, I wanna a model ass niggaz
I wanna go buy a more expensive bottle, Jigga's 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 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 better, than 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

It's the King,
Hey, hey, hey

[Lew
I need a six foot dime, gon ride for me
The of broad if it's 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, that's where niggaz play with K's and tech's
And dump your body in them streets, if disrespect
Different sets on channel six, keep hoochies wet
Different sets of hollow tips, keep these in check
I make checks from flows, that I spit on tour
Coming straight from the heart, the pain I endure
up in a cage, with no sun for days
Better them street smart, and try to duck dark days
They say, that sixty 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 take advice a hustla, the cops is sick
I pop a snitch, it's on the block that snitch
I'm to get rich, by shaking all that white in the mix
I stay in the mix licks, cause my grinding to fix
Better fix frame without, when you speaking on us
It's the triple C Click, and they can't fuck us

Uh, Lew Hawk, uh

It's the Hooligan, who could fool with him
I kill beats on two, like this is a pen
make me click-clack, and reload again
Leave your are opening, the size of rolling rims
Mouth full of ammo, the Rambo
Do want 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 hand glow, if I let the hand
The sun pack in gold, they know
Matter of fact, the flow is so hot
I gotta out the throwback, Ast-ro
Chickens happen to know, how we rap at the
That's why the first to come, and the last to go
She the to come, you the last to know
Can I get her ass to go,