Luyện nghe bài hát T.R.U.E

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

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

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

Born by the liquor
Used to hit the store for Mr.
Where them
And them pimps the whores

Saw the dope tracks, I sold
Phone taps Kojak
The old trap, send the fiend
Before your jacked

Chrome clap, shopping through the gate
Killas escape war
Get rich or die to make more
store, cop me a four with the egg and cheese

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

I mean, everybody for the same thing
Trying to make a name and claim king
The lifestyle the game
Sick whips, linens and crocks, thick in flocks
Or a cellblock and prisoners pop

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

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

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

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

On the with the city on watch
Got that brown bag of chocolate from up top, a pop
Since the OGs me how to get me a knot
Since then it's been impossible to get me to

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

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

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

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