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 send niggaz out fiendin
I'm for ya myself bitch!
I told you motherfuckers don't fuck tru
It was a dumb move
Mow I'm wit you, now try your lives
While I put this fuckin bullet in your
You dumb nigga, I told y'all to us alone
How many got a dolla can't top my shit (my shit)
All these bitch motherfuckers, quit my dick (my dick)
You run your motherfuckin 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
your shit fuckin you wit
Throw them hands or hot thangs
It's all on you, my back of my own
Fool I'm nothin but tru c-murder of this rap game (rap game)
Bitch I'm nigga you know my motherfuckin name
Big bee boy and p and bossalinie (bossalinie)
On the tank make you wear smelly
And we don't give a lily fuck the laws (fuck the laws)
We got big balls (big balls) ghetto drivin big cars
Now if you eva in my hood holla at me (holla at me)
And if you eva wanna fight then throw a at me (ya bitch)
Now the tank will if you wanna live or die (die)
Just run fuckin mouth and i'ma take you for a ride nigga
what you sayin, it's all on you fool
I you motherfucker (nigga) don't fuck wit tru

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

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

(chorus)

p]
Tru gone ride wit me
The the nba and I'm the lottery
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
Holla hoody hooo and my niggaz gonna deal ya
I got the game my homies
And y'all haters, y'all hold me
Niggaz rappin bout on records like the 80's,
Nigga y'all phony

(repeat to fade)