Luyện nghe bài hát T.R.U.E

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

I mean, everybody 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 and prisoners pop

People change seasons do
(People change 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 will make it through)
Got the with me
if you not with me
This is we give

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

On the with the city on watch
Got that brown bag of chocolate 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 stay 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 stay to take me to the cage

'Cause I'm living it, deep in this 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, this is for the
(You know I 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 times will it through)
We gon' ride though, we gon' live, your head