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 clock
And time how long it take em, to finish my spot
I'm the hottest the South has got, if you think 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 they were rocks
When the Mix Tap drops, that B-S is finna stop
I'm not gon knock a nigga, for trying to look like he it
Be to it, if you say you doing it and ain't doing it
Then you will get exposed, you that I'm gonna ruin it
It's foolishness, sip your Hypnotic I hope you with it
I'ma expose cheap, thirty dolla bottle ass niggaz
No in your head, cause your head hollow ass niggaz
All you watching TV, I date a model ass niggaz
I wanna go buy a more bottle, than Jigga's 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, I'm smooth as Heff
Yep and it ain't nothing better, than and hoes
Ok I lied about one of those, and one of hoes
Two types of green, yep then one of em grows
Ok both of em grow, but for me 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, 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 them niggaz with K's and tech's
And dump your body in them streets, if it's
Different sets on six, keep these hoochies wet
Different sets of hollow tips, these niggaz in check
I make checks from flows, that I spit on tour
Coming from the heart, from the pain I endure
up in a cage, with no sun for days
Better play them street smart, and try to duck dark
say, that sixty grams'll get you two for six
The sixty grams in my clip, can get your on lit
Bracelets with them karats, nice
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 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 your frame without, when you on us
the triple C Click, and they can't fuck with us

Uh, Lew Hawk, uh

It's the young Hooligan, who fool with him
I kill beats on they two, this is a pen
Don't make me click-clack, and reload
Leave your ears are opening, the of rolling rims
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 in a land so
where you stand, oh
Judging how the hand glow, if I let the slow
The sun pack in gold, they know
of fact, the flow is so damn hot
I come 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,