Luyện nghe bài hát T.R.U.E

Ooh, na, na, na, na, no
I will true, we will make
We will make it through, I

Yeah, yeah,
It's every day bullets over broadway
out the hallway
With change, this is how we live

pop city, gritty ditty bop
Got the glock me
if you not with me
This is we give

by the liquor store
Used to hit the store for Mr.
Where playas
And them pimps trick the

Saw the tracks, I sold crack
Phone from Kojak
The old trap, send the fiend
your home's jacked

Chrome clap, shopping through the gate
can't escape war
Get rich or die trying to make
Corner store, cop me a with the egg and cheese

Hancock and evergreen, cop from SMDs
Young me, to wheelie the block
Mountain bike, Nike Dunks, skunk, Phillies and
I watched the older heads shake those dice, same
Watch them, out the gauge, when he aced out twice

I mean, everybody searching for the thing
to make a name ring and claim king
The lifestyle the bring
Sick whips, linens and crocks, thick women in
Or just a cellblock and pop

change like seasons do
(People like the weather)
You I always stay true
(Stay true, say me)

It's like every day bullets over
(Though this ain't promised to you)
Pumping out the
With small change, this is how we

It's pop city, ditty bop
(In the hardest will make it through)
Got the with me
Shots if you not me
is what we give

At 16 I hit the Ave with a brick, smashed the chicks
Dipped fast on dicks, zip bag full of nicks
I was bad on the strip, deuce, in the booth
Blue goose the troops, fruit juice and a loose

On the roof with the city on
Got brown bag of chocolate from up top, fifty a pop
Since the OGs told me how to get me a
Since then it's been to get me to stop

In the PJ's, where the fiends stay for days
And the V's stay gleam, gleaming the raise
Where the G's play, they don't need a to blaze
And the D's stay scheamin' to take me to the

'Cause I'm living it, deep in life and I'm a love it a lot
'Cause anytime reaper could strike
homicide, it's ironic, son, got it
Same where his father died
Hard to hear his cry, why

(People like the weather)
My people, this is for the
(You know I always true)
It's not for the ballers, for the struggle

(And though this life ain't to you)
You know I got you, it's not
(Na, na, na, no, iIn the hardest times make it through)
We ride though, we gon' live, hold your head