Luyện nghe bài hát Don't Fuck With Tru

What (stupid motherfucker) what now motherfucker?
I told you bitches, talkin all that motherfuckin shit
I'm not gonna 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
While I put this fuckin in your dome
You dumb nigga, I told to leave us alone
How many got a dolla can't top my shit (my shit)
All these bitch motherfuckers, quit ridin my (my dick)
You run motherfuckin mouth like you a broad or somethin (bitch)
Niggaz actin like they motherfuckin hard or
Yeah, you ain't with your clique nigga
To me you a bitch, I'm a real
Jumpin your fuckin you wit
Throw them or them hot thangs
It's all on you, my back of my own
Fool I'm but tru c-murder bossalinie of this rap game (rap game)
Bitch I'm rich nigga you my motherfuckin name
Big bee hive boy and p and (bossalinie)
On the tank that'll make you wear
And we don't give a lily fuck the laws (fuck the laws)
We got big balls (big balls) ghetto supastar drivin big
Now if you eva in my hood holla at me (holla at me)
And if you eva wanna then throw a dolla at me (ya bitch)
Now the will decide if you wanna live or die (die)
run your fuckin mouth and i'ma take you for a ride nigga
Fuck you sayin, it's all on you fool
I you motherfucker (nigga) don't 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 lives while I put this fuckin bullet in ya dome
You dumb nigga, I y'all to leave us alone

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

(chorus)

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

(repeat to fade)