Luyện nghe bài hát Tru 2 Da Game

Haaa,
This is for all the g's ou
We it, bout it
And g-ettes, I forget about y'all, uuuugggghhhh
look like this here

Today I have a an ounce
Tomorrow have a key
And if you tryin' to get some ice
you call me, or won't you beep me

Looked out the
It be the giggidy first of the month
Cause everybody in the ghetto is and dressed up
Little havin' fun in my neighborhood
And fiends walkin' up, talkin' it's all good
See I'm a g, ? ? ? ? ? I got 2 for 3
And y'all a know that I slang, i-c-e
And in the ghetto use nicknames
v-90, master p, boz, and big man
My little homies up
Some hang, hang, and slangin'
gang bangin'
I'm tryin' to make it out the hood with gangsta rap
And tru to the game, and put the town on the map
But hate me and niggas try to talk shit
Cause I done made, a out of 15 cents
On the curb, posted up with bouldas
And fiends, a-1 yola
And tryin' stay true with my frist meal
Cause in the ghetto, you got money, you might get
And stayin' tru to the game, is a of life
And if you don't player, you might lose your

Tru 2 da game, tru 2 da
nothin' changed but my bank account
I'm the same

[silkk the
Tryin' to things major, they can't fade me
the chips like casino
Today I'm a it real, and chill, and get blitzed like marino
My be fussin', she be tussin', constantly buggin'
Askin' me why I be
I got to make, so motherfuck it
I'm a keep it real, if it me
Y'all gonna feel me I'm done
Ball till I have it all, I the whole while
If not, I don't none
Why I with the same ol' niggas
That's they ask me
I be like, I'm the ol' nigga
But 'stead, right now, I gets my sacks
I to stay tru fool, about my motherfuckin' mail
I'll be a ass nigga, y'all gonna be visitin' me in the jail
I gots to ball, fall, gotta have things major
If you don't me, next year round this time
Its silkk up on his (then ask me)

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Bustas see me, they blind
I tru, I thought you knew
My foes elbows, cause I'm on em like a tattoo
Man I'm layin' low like the eyes of a danked out man
Stayin'
While I'm tryin' to make a
But politicians run for
rather me bust a cap in a rat, cause they both gonna try and stop

Gangsta rap is what call it
But I gots to with the realness
So all my folks can this

[mr.
Now I lay me to sleep
I pray the lord that my momma will never
And let her live in peace and stop spendin' a hundred g's up in her
When it stop
I guess when they me lyin' on the block
With on my glock
A pocket full of drops, laughin' at crooked cops
I guess I'm doin' I gotta do
As long as I stay tru, 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

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Still the
Master p, the tru click (y'all gonna feel this)
Tru to the (tru to da hood)
Money change you, it just can make you
(never forget I came from)
No records, down south hustlers (independent black owned)
And the coast bad boyz
And I told y'all, I can something anytime I want to
Y'all done realized by now, the done fell off
Cause they ain't tru 2 da
I could never forget I came from
I'm from the
But I ever change
Cause I'm tru 2 da game, that
it real, keepin' it real
Never sell out, can never out
Tru 2 da