Luyện nghe bài hát T.R.U.E

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

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

pop city, gritty ditty bop
Got the with 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 trick the

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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, deuce in the
Blue goose with the troops, fruit and a loose

On the roof with the on watch
Got that brown bag of from up top, fifty a pop
the OGs told me how to get me a knot
Since then been impossible to get me to stop

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 stay scheamin' to me to the cage

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

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

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