Luyện nghe bài hát They Can't Stop Us!

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

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

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

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

Ice cream slaingin' up real nigga
In the rap game quarters
Flippin' the water, from to Florida
Choppin' game to the

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

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

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

ghetto dope, bustin' ghetto rhymes y'all
Running the one time not mines
Posted up, hostin' up soldiers
Down huster, throwin' boulders

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

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

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

From this motherfuckin' Tru clique, 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 here makin'
So fuck y'all white laws and y'all motherfuckin' police
Comin' through gangsters
And killers long live the motherfuckin' drug

'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, sellin' their company
the slaves sold their souls to 30 cents break bread

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

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

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

'Cause I flow like run shit like Ki-Jana Carter
Tell 'em, I'ma be there watch [Incomprehensible] like the French
Down for whatever bow down nigga
Buck like a wet you up like bad weather

Got fangs like a cobra now I got Range a Rover
You don't fuck with us whether you fucked up like a
From the city where busters lie 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 niggas change their whole rhyme
I'm the Shocker, yeah, I got
It's Tru motherfuckers, and can't stop us and it's on