Luyện nghe bài hát Don't Fuck With Tru

What now? (stupid motherfucker) what now
I you bitches, stop talkin all that motherfuckin shit
I'm not gonna send out fiendin
I'm for ya myself bitch!
I told you motherfuckers don't fuck tru
It was a dumb move
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 many niggaz got a can't top my shit (my shit)
All bitch motherfuckers, quit ridin my dick (my dick)
You run your motherfuckin mouth like you a broad or (bitch)
Niggaz actin like they hard or somethin
Yeah, you ain't shit your clique nigga
To me you a bitch, I'm a real
Jumpin your shit you wit
Throw hands or them hot thangs
It's all on you, check my of my own
Fool I'm but tru c-murder bossalinie 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 that'll you wear smelly
And we give a lily fuck about 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 decide if you wanna live or die (die)
Just run your fuckin mouth and i'ma you for a ride nigga
Fuck what you sayin, it's all on you
I you motherfucker (nigga) don't fuck wit tru

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

the shocker]
I told you niggaz fuck wit us
Now I'm makin you niggaz clowned
Tell is bitches
of y'all niggaz 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 you think?
If you fuck wit him, I'm be fuckin wit y'all (never)
See put this gun back nigga
And bust ya all
I ain't give a fuck what ya is
I ain't a fuck what y'all call
Niggaz wanna just... bust for fun
Niggaz ain't gonna ever ever, not no guns
Niggaz is way down the street talkin what the fuck y'all done
At the most niggaz, probably wanna and run
Now we self million-aires
We make the money, money don't us (make us)
If y'all was us, and we was y'all then I would 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 y'all 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 these niggaz they who p
From rags to riches, from quarter to
Holla hoody and my niggaz gonna deal with ya
I got the game my homies
And y'all haters, can't hold me
Niggaz rappin bout niggaz on records the 80's,
Nigga y'all niggaz

(repeat to fade)