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 about
Gold like this here

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

Looked out the
It must be the giggidy of the month
'Cause everybody in the is smiling and dressed up
Little kids fun in my neighborhood
And fiends walking up, talking 'bout it's all

See I'm a G, I got that 2 for 3
And y'all a know that I slang, I C E
And everybody in the use nicknames
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 with gangsta rap
And Tru 2 da game and put the town on the map

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

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

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

Trying to have things major, they can't me
the chips like casino
Today I'ma keep it and chill
And get blitzed like

My girl be fussing, she be tussing, constantly
me why I be hustling
I got money to make, so it
I'ma keep it real, if it me

gonna feel me before I'm done
Ball 'til I have it all, I want the whole
If not, I want none
Why I hang with the ol' niggas
what they ask me
I be like, I'm the ol' nigga

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

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

Bustas see me, they blind, I claim Tru, I thought you knew
My foes catch elbows 'cause I'm on 'em like a
Man, I'm laying low like the eyes of a 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 they it
But I gots to come the realness
So all my folks can this

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

Now I lay me to sleep
I pray the Lord that my momma never weep
And let her live in peace and spending
A hundred Gs up in her

will it stop
I guess when they leave me on the block
tears on my glock
A pocket full of lemon drops, laughing at crooked

I I'm doing what I gotta do
As as I stay Tru, until they put me through
I it's a shame, things'll never change
I hope I long 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 still the

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

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

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

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