Luyện nghe bài hát Tru 2 Da Game

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

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

Looked out the
It must be the giggidy first of the
everybody in the ghetto 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, [unverified] I got 2 for 3
And y'all a know I slang, that I C E
And everybody in the use nicknames
Like V-90, P, Boz and Big Man

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

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

And still trying stay true with my 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 might lose your

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

to have things major, they can't fade me
Cash the like casino
I'ma keep it real and chill
And get blitzed like

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

Y'all gonna feel me I'm done
Ball 'til I have it all, I want the while
If not, I don't none
Why I hang the same ol' niggas
That's what ask me
I be like, I'm the ol' nigga

But 'stead, right now, I my sacks free
I gots to stay Tru, fool, my motherfucking mail
I'll be a rich ass nigga, y'all be visiting me in the jail
I gots to ball, fall, gotta have things major
If you don't believe me, next year 'round time
It's 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 low like the eyes of a danked out China man
Staying gangstafied I'm trying to make 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 nothing changed but my account
I'm the same

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

When will it
I guess when leave me lying on the block
tears on my glock
A pocket full of lemon drops, laughing at cops

I guess I'm doing I gotta do
As long as I Tru, until they put me through
I know a shame, things'll never change
I I live 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 the same

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

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

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

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