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, it's

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

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

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

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

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

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

But they can't us Tru niggas
They can't 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 other in line

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

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

Killer, murder topics put my goals if y'all y'all can stop it
bangin', hangin' slaingin'
Nigga down for whatever 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
Baton Rouge to St. Louis to Cincinnati
Got niggas up in Atlanta like addicts
Gotta have this gangster shit, real shit

From this motherfuckin' Tru clique, givin' up, living raw
And if we die, fuck it, sell my to the next gangster nigga
Rest in peace Easy-E., but I'm out here makin'
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 motherfuckers me out
For runnin' my own shit, niggas their company
Like the sold their souls to 30 cents break bread

Don't you know 15 percent of you made?
You a sucker, a clucker, so stop rappin'
You hip-hop 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

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

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

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

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

Bitch it's 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 y'all can't stop us and on