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 send niggaz out fiendin
I'm for ya myself bitch!
I told you don't fuck 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 niggaz got a dolla top my shit (my shit)
All these motherfuckers, quit ridin my dick (my dick)
You run your motherfuckin mouth you a broad or somethin (bitch)
Niggaz actin like they motherfuckin hard or
Yeah, you ain't shit with your clique
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, check my of my own
Fool I'm but tru c-murder bossalinie of this rap game (rap game)
Bitch I'm rich you know my motherfuckin name
Big bee boy and p and bossalinie (bossalinie)
On the tank that'll make you smelly
And we don't give a lily fuck about the (fuck the laws)
We got big balls (big balls) supastar drivin big cars
Now if you eva in my nigga holla at me (holla at me)
And if you eva wanna 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
what you sayin, it's all on you fool
I you motherfucker (nigga) don't fuck wit tru

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

[silkk the
I you niggaz don't fuck wit us
Now I'm you niggaz gettin clowned
Tell niggaz is
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 fuck wit dogs
So what the you think?
If you fuck wit him, I'm gonna be wit y'all (never)
See I'll put this gun back
And I'll ya all
I ain't give a what ya name is
I ain't give a fuck what y'all
Niggaz probably just... bust for fun
Niggaz ain't gonna ever ever, not no guns
Niggaz is way down the talkin bout what the fuck y'all done
At the niggaz, probably wanna cuss and run
Now we self made
We make the money, money make us (make us)
If y'all was us, and we was y'all I would hate us (ehehe)
Y'all talk how y'all wanna be us
Y'all ain't nuttin but a of hood critics
cause we rap now, shit y'all still would hit it

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Tru niggaz gone wit me
The ghetto's the nba and I'm the
Pick from the streets... from the to the east
You the beauty I'm the
Fuck these they know who p
From rags to riches, quarter to seven-fifty
Holla hoody hooo and my gonna deal with ya
I got the game my homies
And y'all haters, can't hold me
Niggaz rappin niggaz on records like the 80's,
Nigga y'all phony

(repeat to fade)