Luyện nghe bài hát Stay True

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

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

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

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

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