Luyện nghe bài hát They Can't Stop Us!

What's up
I told y'all it's about to be on,
We drop anytime we want to huh
Fell this nigga, real

Flippin' the the niggas that got that 'cane
Mr. Dopeman still in the rap game
It's 1997, my niggas gone to
Rest in peace 2Pac from Master P, doin'

187 Khadafi, puttin' niggas
In six motherfuckin' gurters
If you fuck with this Tru
Nigga you your wig spilt

Who run this gangster
(No Limit this)
It's 'bout to be it, 187
Jumpin' on ghetto dope these gangster topics
makin' scrilla your neighborhood drug dealer

Ice cream slaingin' tattooed up nigga
In the rap pushin' quarters
Flippin' the water, from to Florida
Choppin' to the knuckleheads

And spittin' voodoo on the motherfuckin' chicken
Down south hustlin', to the coast
Got choppin' game, I mean this rap shit in to dope
Puttin' them in packages, independent spittin'

Standing on stages bullet-proof vests, lookin' for other cliques
But who gon' be the next nigga to die in rap game
Or a hit on the wrong man?
'Cause they shit about other niggas
Now a war zone, in this rap game

But can't stop us Tru niggas
They stop us Tru niggas
can't stop us Tru niggas
They stop us Tru niggas
'Cause if kill one, they'll be a million other niggas in line

With ghetto dope, bustin' ghetto y'all
from the one time not mines
Posted up, hostin' up soldiers
Down south huster, boulders

Ready to like a football player
Got these 17 rounds for y'all
So jump on this ghetto shit and come get this wicked
And jump up on this rap game and a nigga spit

Killer, murder topics put my if y'all think y'all can stop it
Hardcore bangin', hangin'
Nigga down for that's why we bangin' on wax
Into traps, got Beats by the Pound like niggas slaingin'

In the 'hood, up to no good, got niggas it
From Rouge to St. Louis to Cincinnati
Got niggas up in Atlanta like addicts
Gotta this gangster shit, this real shit

this motherfuckin' Tru clique, ain't givin' up, living raw
And if we die, fuck it, sell my 'dro to the next gangster
Rest in Easy-E., but I'm out here makin' scrilla
So fuck y'all white laws and y'all police cars
Comin' through gangsters
And killers long live the motherfuckin' drug

'97 to 2000 A.D. kids wanna be me 'cause I'm 'bout it, I'm rowdy
The government and the press, them want me out
For runnin' my own shit, niggas sellin' their
Like the slaves sold their souls to 30 cents break

Don't you know 15 of what you made?
You a sucker, a clucker, so stop rappin'
You hip-hop motherfuckers and stay true to the
Be about your paper, nigga fuck the third ward nigga
Runnin' the hill it ain't no limit to this gangster
Blunt and keepin' it real

Y'all stop us Tru niggas
Y'all can't stop us Tru
Y'all stop us Tru niggas
if y'all kill one, they'll be a million more Tru niggas

Bitch it be choppin' and kickin' shit like karate
Fast like a Mazzeroti, crime like John Gotti
Look into their face, afraid of me
Look deeper into their eyes, they
Yeah busters scared of me

'Cause I like water run shit like Ki-Jana Carter
Tell 'em, I'ma be there watch [Incomprehensible] the French Quarter
Down for whatever bow nigga never
like a Beretta wet you up like bad weather

Got like a cobra now I got Range like a Rover
You don't with us whether you fucked up like a hangover
From the city where busters lie from the city suckers die
Make way for P and Silkk, two of the baddest alive

Bitch it's your time, I want the whole nine
one line, and make niggas change their whole rhyme
I'm the Shocker, yeah, I got
It's Tru motherfuckers, and y'all can't stop us and on