Luyện nghe bài hát Stay True

Oh yeah,
It's
Y'all hold your guns
Throw your guns down, put 'em

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

Tucks tight, all sharp, light up a bark, mingle
Fetch me a Remy Martin on
Flair-laided Gucci joints, I wore
I might 'em to my brother-in-law
Fitzpatrick, ribs battered, more than Egyptian marrows
Borrow the God jewels, Gucci
That's how the God do, twenty-five
My like Smokey's voice, little moist, but choice
We guzzle Dom's, the scratchy throats
Live on the edge, bracelets, shades and classy
Jungle in the club, we play
eat a snowman, frozen as the milky way
Ice on the floor, El-Producto in the
In the seam of his mink, he "Don't drink"
before he talked, he walked like he ordered
Champ room in Vegas, vendin' machines
I sip Alize' of E and J

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

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