Luyện nghe bài hát They Can't Stop Us!

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

the the game niggas that got that 'cane
Murder Mr. Dopeman in the rap game
1997, my niggas gone to heaven
Rest in peace 2Pac from P, doin' 2-11s

187 Khadafi, murder niggas
In six foot motherfuckin'
If you fuck with Tru clique
you gettin' your wig spilt

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

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

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

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

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

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

Ready to block like a football
Got these 17 rounds for haters
So jump on this ghetto shit and get this wicked shit
And up on this rap game and watch a nigga spit

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

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

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

'97 to A.D. little 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 their company
Like the slaves sold their souls to 30 cents break

Don't you know 15 percent of what you
You a sucker, a clucker, so stop hardcore
You hip-hop motherfuckers and true to the gizzame
Be about your paper, nigga fuck the third ward nigga
the hill it ain't no limit to this gangster shit
Blunt smokes and it real

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

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

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

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

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