Luyện nghe bài hát Don't Fuck With Tru

What now? (stupid motherfucker) what now
I told you bitches, stop talkin all that shit
I'm not gonna send niggaz out
I'm for ya myself bitch!
I told you motherfuckers don't with tru
It was a dumb nigga
Mow I'm wit you, now try your lives
While I put this fuckin bullet in dome
You nigga, I told y'all to leave 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 ain't shit with your nigga
To me you a bitch, I'm a nigga
Jumpin your fuckin you wit
them 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 hive boy and p and (bossalinie)
On the tank that'll make you 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 nigga holla at me (holla at me)
And if you eva wanna fight then a dolla at me (ya bitch)
Now the tank will decide if you wanna or die (die)
Just run fuckin mouth and i'ma take you for a ride nigga
Fuck you sayin, it's all on you fool
I told you motherfucker (nigga) fuck wit tru

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

the shocker]
I told you don't fuck wit us
Now I'm makin you niggaz gettin
Tell is bitches
Some of y'all niggaz be pissin, down
Y'all too small, you what i..
Do to y'all (ooh) my ball
And plus look, we do it all
I don't wit (who) him
And I don't fuck wit
So what the fuck you
If you fuck wit him, I'm gonna be wit y'all (never)
See I'll put gun back nigga
And bust ya all
I ain't 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 ever, not bust no
Niggaz is way down the street talkin bout the fuck y'all done
At the most niggaz, probably cuss and run
Now we made million-aires
We make the money, money make us (make us)
If was us, and we was y'all then I would hate us (ehehe)
Y'all talk about how wanna be us
Y'all ain't nuttin but a of hood critics
It's cause we rap now, shit y'all would hit it

(chorus)

p]
Tru niggaz ride wit me
The the nba and I'm the lottery
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 bout niggaz on like the 80's,
y'all niggaz phony

(repeat to fade)