Luyện nghe bài hát Don't Fuck With Tru

What (stupid motherfucker) what now motherfucker?
I told you bitches, stop all that motherfuckin shit
I'm not send niggaz out fiendin
I'm comin for ya bitch!
I told you don't fuck with tru
It was a dumb move
Mow I'm fuckin wit you, now try lives
I put this fuckin bullet in your dome
You dumb nigga, I told y'all to us alone
How many niggaz got a dolla top my shit (my shit)
All bitch motherfuckers, quit ridin my dick (my dick)
You run motherfuckin mouth like you a broad or somethin (bitch)
Niggaz actin like they hard or somethin
Yeah, you ain't shit with clique nigga
To me you a bitch, I'm a real
Jumpin your shit you wit
Throw them hands or hot thangs
It's all on you, check my 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 make you wear smelly
And we don't a lily fuck about the laws (fuck the laws)
We got big (big balls) ghetto supastar drivin big cars
Now if you eva in my hood holla at me (holla at me)
And if you eva fight then throw a dolla at me (ya bitch)
Now the tank will decide if you wanna or die (die)
Just run your fuckin mouth and take you for a ride nigga
Fuck what you sayin, all on you fool
I you motherfucker (nigga) don't fuck wit tru

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

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

(chorus)

p]
Tru niggaz ride wit me
The ghetto's the nba and I'm the
Pick from the streets... the south to the east
You the I'm the beast
Fuck niggaz they know 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 haters, y'all can't hold me
Niggaz rappin niggaz on records like the 80's,
Nigga niggaz phony

(repeat to fade)