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 gone to
in peace 2Pac from Master P, doin' 2-11s

187 Khadafi, puttin' niggas
In six foot motherfuckin'
If you fuck with this Tru
Nigga you gettin' 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 neighborhood drug dealer

Ice slaingin' tattooed up real nigga
In the rap pushin' quarters
Flippin' the water, from to Florida
Choppin' to the knuckleheads

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

Standing on stages with bullet-proof vests, for other cliques
But who gon' be the nigga 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 stop us Tru niggas
can't stop us Tru niggas
They 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 the one time not mines
Posted up, hostin' up soldiers
Down south huster, throwin'

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

Killer, murder put my goals if y'all think y'all can stop it
bangin', hangin' slaingin'
Nigga down for that's why we bangin' on wax
Into traps, got 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 like addicts
have this gangster shit, this real shit

From this motherfuckin' Tru clique, ain't 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 scrilla
So fuck y'all laws and y'all motherfuckin' police cars
Comin' with gangsters
And killers long live the motherfuckin' drug

'97 to 2000 A.D. little 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, sellin' 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 stay true to the
Be about your paper, fuck the fizzame third ward nigga
the hill it ain't no limit to this gangster shit
Blunt and keepin' it real

Y'all can't stop us Tru
Y'all stop us Tru niggas
can't stop us Tru niggas
'Cause if y'all kill one, 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 their face, afraid of me
Look deeper into eyes, they scared
y'all busters scared of me

'Cause I like water run shit like Ki-Jana Carter
Tell 'em, I'ma be there watch [Incomprehensible] like the Quarter
for whatever bow down nigga never
Buck like a Beretta wet you up 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
way for P and Silkk, two of the baddest motherfuckers alive

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