Luyện nghe bài hát Don't Fuck With Tru

What now? (stupid motherfucker) now motherfucker?
I told you bitches, talkin all that motherfuckin shit
I'm not gonna niggaz out fiendin
I'm comin for ya bitch!
I you motherfuckers don't fuck with tru
It was a dumb move
Mow I'm fuckin wit you, now try your
While I put fuckin bullet in your dome
You dumb nigga, I told y'all to leave us
How many niggaz got a dolla top my shit (my shit)
All these bitch motherfuckers, quit ridin my (my dick)
You run your mouth like you a broad or somethin (bitch)
Niggaz actin like they motherfuckin or somethin
Yeah, you shit with your clique nigga
To me you a bitch, I'm a nigga
Jumpin your shit you wit
Throw them hands or them hot
It's all on you, check my of my own
I'm nothin but tru c-murder bossalinie of this rap game (rap game)
Bitch I'm rich nigga you know my name
Big bee hive boy and p and (bossalinie)
On the tank that'll make you smelly
And we don't give a lily fuck the laws (fuck the laws)
We got big balls (big balls) supastar drivin big cars
Now if you eva in my hood nigga at me (holla at me)
And if you eva fight then throw a dolla at me (ya bitch)
Now the will decide if you wanna live or die (die)
Just run fuckin mouth and i'ma take you for a ride nigga
Fuck you sayin, it's all on you fool
I told you motherfucker (nigga) don't wit tru

I you motherfuckers don't fuck wit tru
It was a dumb nigga, now we fuckin wit you (don't fuck wit us)
Now try your lives I put this fuckin bullet in ya dome
You dumb nigga, I y'all to leave us alone

the shocker]
I told you niggaz fuck wit us
Now I'm makin you niggaz clowned
Tell niggaz is
Some of y'all be pissin, sittin down
Y'all too small, you know i..
Do to y'all (ooh) my crew
And plus look, we do it all
I fuck wit (who) him
And I don't fuck wit
So what the fuck you
If you fuck wit him, I'm gonna be fuckin wit (never)
See I'll put this gun nigga
And I'll ya all
I ain't give a what ya name is
I ain't a fuck what y'all call
Niggaz wanna just... bust for fun
Niggaz ain't gonna ever, not bust no guns
Niggaz is way down the street talkin bout what the fuck y'all
At the most niggaz, probably cuss and run
Now we made million-aires
We make the money, don't make us (make us)
If y'all was us, and we was y'all then I hate us (ehehe)
Y'all talk about how wanna be us
Y'all ain't nuttin but a of hood critics
It's cause we rap now, y'all still would hit it

(chorus)

p]
Tru niggaz gone wit me
The ghetto's the nba and I'm the
Pick from the streets... from the south to the
You the I'm the beast
Fuck these niggaz they who p
From rags to riches, from to seven-fifty
hoody hooo and my niggaz gonna deal with ya
I got the game my homies
And y'all haters, y'all hold me
Niggaz rappin bout niggaz on records the 80's,
y'all niggaz phony

(repeat to fade)