Luyện nghe bài hát Don't Fuck With Tru

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

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

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

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Tru gone ride wit me
The the nba and I'm the lottery
Pick the streets... from the south to the east
You the I'm the beast
Fuck these niggaz they who p
From to riches, from quarter to seven-fifty
Holla hoody hooo and my niggaz deal with ya
I got the from my homies
And y'all haters, y'all can't me
Niggaz rappin niggaz on records like the 80's,
y'all niggaz phony

(repeat to fade)