Luyện nghe bài hát Tru 2 Da Game

This is for all the Gs out
We it, 'bout it
And G-ettes, I forget about y'all
Gold look like here

Today I have a half an
Tomorrow have a ki
And if you trying to get ice cream
you call me or won't you beep me?

Looked out the
It be the giggidy first of the month
'Cause in the ghetto is smiling and dressed up
Little having fun in my neighborhood
And fiends walking up, talking it's all good

See I'm a G, I got that 2 for 3
And a know that I slang, that I C E
And everybody in the ghetto use
V-90, Master P, Boz and Big Man

My little homies up
Some hang, hang and some slanging, others gang
I'm trying to make it out the hood this gangsta rap
And stay Tru 2 da game and put the on the map

But haters me and niggas try to talk shit
'Cause I made a dollar out of 15 cents
On the curb, up with them bouldas
And fiends, A 1 yola

And trying stay true with my first meal
in the ghetto, you got money, you might get killed
And staying Tru 2 da is a part of life
And if you don't, player, you lose your life

Tru 2 da game, Tru 2 da
Ain't changed but my bank account
I'm the same

Trying to things major, they can't fade me
Cash the chips casino
Today keep it real and chill
And get like Marino

My be fussing, she be tussing, constantly bugging
Asking me why I be
I got to make, so motherfuck it
keep it real, if it kills me

Y'all gonna me before I'm done
Ball 'til I have it all, I want the while
If not, I don't want
Why I with the same ol' niggas
That's they ask me
I be like, I'm the same ol'

But 'stead, right now, I gets my free
I gots to stay Tru, fool, about my motherfucking
be a rich ass nigga, y'all gonna be visiting me in the jail
I gots to ball, can't fall, gotta have major
If you believe me, next year 'round this time
It's Silkk up on his
(Then ask me)

Tru 2 da game, Tru 2 da
Ain't nothing but my bank account
I'm still the

Bustas can't see me, they blind, I claim Tru, I you knew
My foes elbows 'cause I'm on 'em like a tattoo
Man, I'm low like the eyes of a danked out China man
Staying gangstafied I'm trying to make a million

But run for office
rather me bust a cap in a rat
'Cause both gonna try and stop this
Gangsta rap is what call it
But I gots to with the realness
So all my can feel this

Tru 2 da game, Tru 2 da
nothing changed but my bank account
I'm the same

Now I lay me down to
I pray the Lord that my will never weep
And let her live in peace and stop
A hundred Gs up in her

When it stop
I guess when they leave me on the block
With on my glock
A pocket full of lemon drops, at crooked cops

I guess I'm doing what I do
As long as I stay Tru, until they put me
I it's a shame, things'll never change
I hope I live enough to see my daughter spell my name
I'm Tru 2 da

Tru 2 da game, Tru 2 da
Ain't nothing changed but my bank
I'm the same

the same, Master P, the whole Tru click
(Y'all gonna this)
Tru to the
(Tru to da hood)
Money can't you, it just can make you
(Never where I came from)

No Limit Records, South Hustlers
(Independent owned)
And the West Coast Bad
And I y'all, I can drop something anytime I want to

Y'all realized by now, the haters done fell off
'Cause they ain't Tru 2 da
I never forget where I came from
I'm from the ghetto but I won't ever

I'm Tru 2 da game, believe that
Keeping it real, it real
sell out, can never sell out
Tru 2 da