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 every day over broadway
Pumping out the
With change, this is how we live

It's pop city, ditty bop
Got the with me
Shots if you not me
This is what we

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

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

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

Hancock and evergreen, stop cop from
Young me, used to wheelie the
Mountain bike, Nike Dunks, skunk, Phillies and
I watched the older shake those dice, same night
Watch them, pull out the gauge, when he out twice

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

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

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

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
Dipped fast on them dicks, zip bag of nicks
I was bad on the strip, deuce, in the booth
Blue goose with the troops, fruit and a loose

On the roof the city on watch
Got that brown bag of chocolate from up top, a pop
Since the OGs 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 stay gleam, gleaming the raise
Where the G's play, don't need a reason to blaze
And the D's stay scheamin' to take me to the

'Cause I'm living it, deep in this and I'm a love it a lot
'Cause anytime reaper could strike
homicide, it's ironic, son, got it
Same corner where his died
to hear his momma cry, why

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

(And though this life 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 gon' live, hold head