Luyện nghe bài hát They Can't Stop Us!

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

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

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

Who run this rap?
(No runnin' this)
'bout to be it, 187 Khadafi
Jumpin' on ghetto with these gangster topics
Still makin' scrilla neighborhood drug dealer

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

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

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

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

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

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

Killer, murder topics put my goals if think y'all can stop it
Hardcore bangin', slaingin'
Nigga down for whatever that's why we 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 gangster shit, this real

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

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

you know 15 percent of what you made?
You a sucker, a clucker, so stop hardcore
You motherfuckers and stay 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

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

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

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

Got fangs a cobra now I got Range like a Rover
You don't fuck with us whether you up like a hangover
From the city where 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 nine
Bust one line, and niggas change their whole rhyme
I'm the Shocker, yeah, I got
It's Tru motherfuckers, and y'all stop us and it's on