Luyện nghe bài hát The Truth

Hey, up
the homey Lil' Rob
Back to some shit up, you know
People be my shit
And making off it
And you who you are

Hey, Mr. Postman, do me a
Deliver the letter, the sooner the
Blew you vatos like a feather
Familia Records, chale,
don't know, and I'm not one to talk
But I gots to clear my name, for the shit that you
Rob - Still Smokin'
Homey who the you joking?
Burning Raza with my name, use you brain, insane
It's a shame you're not to being lame
Are you No, then change what you claim
Be proud of who you are, and not who you be
I wanna work with you, why do you wanna work with me?
I'm not your artist, so focus on
If they're not making you money and you're broke, on them
But, to the shit the way you did
You remind me of a jealous little kid
No

No
You why I broke left
If I of stayed I would of left broke (simon)

You wonder why I broke left (you why)
If I would of stayed I would of left broke (I of left broke)

No
You why I broke left (you wonder why)
If I would of stayed I left broke (simon)

You wonder why I broke left (you why)
If I of stayed I would of left broke (and that's no joke)