Luyện nghe bài hát T.R.U.E

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

It's pop city, gritty bop
(In the times will 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 with the troops, fruit juice and a

On the roof the city on watch
Got that brown bag of chocolate from up top, 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 leanin' for days
And the V's gleam, blades gleaming the raise
Where the G's play, don't need a reason to blaze
And the D's scheamin' to take me to the cage

'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 corner his father died
Hard to his momma cry, why

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

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