Luyện nghe bài hát Don't Fuck With Tru

What now? (stupid motherfucker) now motherfucker?
I told you bitches, stop talkin all that motherfuckin
I'm not gonna send niggaz out
I'm comin for ya bitch!
I told you motherfuckers don't fuck tru
It was a move nigga
Mow I'm fuckin wit you, now try your
While I put this bullet in your dome
You dumb nigga, I told to leave us alone
How niggaz got a dolla can't top my shit (my shit)
All bitch motherfuckers, quit ridin my dick (my dick)
You run your motherfuckin mouth you a broad or somethin (bitch)
Niggaz actin like they hard or somethin
Yeah, you ain't shit with your nigga
To me you a bitch, I'm a real
Jumpin your shit you wit
Throw them hands or hot thangs
all on you, check my back of my own
Fool I'm nothin but tru c-murder of this rap game (rap game)
Bitch I'm rich nigga you know my motherfuckin
Big bee boy and p and bossalinie (bossalinie)
On the tank make you wear smelly
And we don't give a lily fuck about the (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 throw a dolla 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 told you motherfucker (nigga) fuck wit tru

I told you motherfuckers don't 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 nigga, I told y'all to leave us alone

the shocker]
I told you niggaz fuck wit us
Now I'm makin you gettin clowned
Tell niggaz is
of y'all niggaz be pissin, sittin down
Y'all too small, you what i..
Do to y'all (ooh) my crew
And plus look, we do it all
I don't wit (who) him
And I don't wit dogs
So the fuck you think?
If you fuck wit him, I'm gonna be wit y'all (never)
See put this gun back nigga
And bust ya all
I give a fuck what ya name is
I ain't a fuck what y'all call
Niggaz wanna just... bust for fun
ain't gonna ever ever, not bust no guns
Niggaz is way down the street 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 then I would hate us (ehehe)
Y'all talk how y'all wanna be us
Y'all nuttin but a bunch of hood critics
It's cause we rap now, shit still would hit it

(chorus)

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

(repeat to fade)