Luyện nghe bài hát Tru 2 Da Game

This is for all the Gs out
We 'bout it, it
And G-ettes, I ain't forget y'all
Gold look like this

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

out the window
It be the giggidy first of the month
'Cause everybody in the ghetto is and dressed up
Little having fun in my neighborhood
And fiends up, talking 'bout 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 use nicknames
V-90, Master P, Boz and Big Man

My little posted up
Some hang, and some slanging, others gang banging
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 hate me and niggas try to talk
'Cause I done a dollar out of 15 cents
On the curb, posted up with bouldas
And fiends, A 1 yola

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

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

Trying to have things major, they fade me
the chips like casino
Today I'ma it real and chill
And get blitzed Marino

My girl be fussing, she be tussing, bugging
me why I be hustling
I got to make, so motherfuck it
I'ma it real, if it kills me

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

But 'stead, right now, I my sacks free
I gots to Tru, fool, about my motherfucking mail
I'll be a rich ass nigga, gonna be visiting me in the jail
I gots to ball, can't fall, gotta have major
If you don't believe me, next year 'round this
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 laying low like the eyes of a out China man
Staying while I'm trying to make a million

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

Tru 2 da game, Tru 2 da
Ain't nothing changed but my 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 will it
I when they leave me lying on the block
With tears on my
A pocket full of drops, laughing at crooked cops

I guess I'm what I gotta do
As as I stay Tru, until they put me through
I know it's a shame, things'll change
I hope I live long enough to see my spell my name
I'm Tru 2 da

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

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

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

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

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