Luyện nghe bài hát T.R.U.E

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

Yeah, yeah,
It's like day bullets over broadway
out the hallway
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

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

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

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

and evergreen, stop cop from SMDs
Young me, used to the block
bike, Nike Dunks, skunk, Phillies and gwap
I watched the heads 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 women in
Or just a cellblock and pop

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

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

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

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

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

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

'Cause I'm living it, in this life and I'm a love it a lot
'Cause anytime reaper could strike
homicide, it's ironic, son, got it
Same corner 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 life ain't promised to you)
You know I got you, not guaranteed
(Na, na, na, no, iIn the hardest will make it through)
We gon' though, we gon' live, hold your head