Luyện nghe bài hát Stay True

Oh yeah,
real
Y'all niggas hold your
your guns down, put 'em down

Yo, we in the with heat
You fake niggas, eat kid to meat
We street referees, we
Jean jackets, shirts over turtlenecks
Certified doctors in steal all your techs
But wait, roll cameras, Babyface blowin' like beach nut
Call off the mutts, it's me
Ghost, your host this
(Ladies and gents, I'd like to thank you all for out tonight)

Tucks tight, all sharp, light up a bark, let's
me a Remy Martin on diamonds
Flair-laided joints, I never wore
I might 'em to my brother-in-law
Fitzpatrick, ribs battered, worth more than marrows
Borrow the God jewels, Gucci
how the God do, Motown twenty-five
My like Smokey's voice, little moist, but choice
We Dom's, smoke the scratchy throats
Live on the edge, bracelets, and classy coats
Jungle in the club, we Colombo
Frost eat a snowman, as the milky way
Ice on the floor, El-Producto in the
In the of his mink, he said "Don't drink"
Think he talked, he walked like he ordered
Champ room in Vegas, vendin' machines
I sip compliments of E and J

The streets is out here
Crack came and had us years
is a man to do?
(Brother man, stay true, true)

The streets is out here
Crack game and had us years
is a man to do?
(Brother man, stay true, true)