Luyện nghe bài hát T.R.U.E

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

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

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

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

Saw the tracks, I sold crack
taps from Kojak
The old trap, the fiend through
Before your home's

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

Hancock and evergreen, stop cop SMDs
Young me, used to wheelie the
Mountain bike, Dunks, skunk, Phillies and gwap
I watched the older heads shake those dice, night
Watch them, pull out the gauge, he aced out twice

I mean, everybody searching for the same
Trying to make a ring and claim king
The the game bring
Sick whips, linens and crocks, thick women in
Or just a and prisoners pop

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

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

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

At 16 I hit the Ave a brick, smashed with the chicks
Dipped fast on them dicks, zip bag full of
I was bad on the strip, deuce, deuce in the
goose with 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
the OGs told me how to get me a knot
Since then it's impossible to get me to stop

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

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

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

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