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 this

Today I have a an ounce
I'll have a ki
And if you to get some ice cream
Won't you me or won't you beep me?

out the window
It must be the giggidy of the month
everybody in the ghetto is smiling and dressed up
Little having fun in my neighborhood
And walking up, talking 'bout it's all good

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

My homies posted up
Some hang, hang and some slanging, gang banging
I'm trying to make it out the with this gangsta rap
And stay Tru 2 da and put the town on the map

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

And still trying stay true with my first
'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 your life

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

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

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

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

But 'stead, right now, I gets my 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 'round this time
Silkk up on his pager
(Then ask me)

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

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

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

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

Now I lay me to sleep
I pray the Lord that my momma will weep
And let her live in peace and stop
A hundred Gs up in her

When it stop
I guess they leave me lying on the block
With tears on my
A full of lemon drops, laughing at crooked cops

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

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

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

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

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

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