Luyện nghe bài hát T.R.U.E

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

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

It's pop city, ditty bop
Got the with me
Shots if you not me
This is what we

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

Saw the dope tracks, I crack
Phone taps from
The old trap, send the through
your home's jacked

Chrome clap, through the gate door
Killas escape war
Get or die trying to make more
Corner store, cop me a four the egg and cheese

and evergreen, stop cop from SMDs
Young me, used to wheelie the
Mountain bike, Nike Dunks, skunk, and gwap
I watched the older shake those dice, same night
them, pull out the gauge, when he aced out twice

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

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

It's like every day over Broadway
(Though this life promised to you)
out the hallway
With small change, this is how we

pop city, gritty ditty bop
(In the hardest times make it through)
Got the glock me
Shots if you not me
This is what we

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

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

In the PJ's, where the fiends leanin' for days
And the V's stay gleam, gleaming the raise
Where the G's play, they don't need a reason to
And the D's stay 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 reaper could
Another homicide, ironic, son, got it
Same where his father died
Hard to his momma cry, why

(People like the weather)
My people, this is for the
(You I always stay true)
not for the ballers, it's 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 times will make it through)
We ride though, we gon' live, hold your head