Luyện nghe bài hát They Can't Stop Us!

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

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

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

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

Ice cream slaingin' tattooed up nigga
In the rap game pushin'
Flippin' the water, from Texas to
game to the knuckleheads

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

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

But they can't us Tru niggas
They stop us Tru niggas
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 dope, bustin' ghetto rhymes y'all
from the one time not mines
Posted up, hostin' up soldiers
Down huster, throwin' boulders

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

Killer, murder topics put my goals if y'all think can stop it
Hardcore bangin', hangin'
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 'bout it
From Baton Rouge to St. Louis to
Got niggas lined up in Atlanta addicts
Gotta this gangster shit, this real shit

From this motherfuckin' Tru clique, givin' up, living raw
And if we die, fuck it, sell my 'dro to the gangster nigga
Rest in peace Easy-E., but I'm out here scrilla
So fuck y'all white laws and y'all motherfuckin' police
through with gangsters
And killers long the motherfuckin' drug dealer

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

you know 15 percent of what you made?
You a sucker, a clucker, so rappin' hardcore
You hip-hop motherfuckers and stay true to the
Be about your paper, fuck the fizzame third ward nigga
Runnin' the hill it no limit to this gangster shit
Blunt smokes and keepin' it

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

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

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

Got fangs like a now I got Range like a Rover
You fuck with us whether you fucked up like a hangover
From the where busters lie from the city where suckers die
Make way for P and Silkk, two of the motherfuckers alive

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