Luyện nghe bài hát Tru 2 Da Game

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

Today I a half an ounce
Tomorrow I'll a key
And if you to get some ice cream
Won't you call me, or you beep me

Looked out the
It be the giggidy first of the month
Cause everybody in the is smilin' and dressed up
Little kids havin' fun in my
And fiends walkin' up, bout it's all good
See I'm a g, ? ? ? ? ? I got 2 for 3
And y'all a that I slang, that i-c-e
And everybody in the ghetto use
v-90, master p, boz, and big man
My homies posted up
Some hang, hang, and slangin'
Others gang
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 haters hate me and try to talk shit
Cause I made, a dollar out of 15 cents
On the curb, posted up with bouldas
And fiends, a-1 yola
And still tryin' true with my frist meal
Cause in the ghetto, you got money, you get killed
And stayin' tru to the game, is a of life
And if you don't player, you lose your life

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

the shocker]
Tryin' to have things major, they can't me
the chips like casino
Today I'm a it real, and chill, and get blitzed like marino
My girl be fussin', she be tussin', buggin'
Askin' me why I be
I got money to make, so it
I'm a 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 want none
Why I hang with the ol' niggas
That's they ask me
I be like, I'm the same ol'
But 'stead, right now, I gets my sacks
I to stay tru fool, about my motherfuckin' mail
I'll be a rich ass nigga, gonna be visitin' me in the jail
I gots to ball, can't fall, have things major
If you don't believe me, next round this time
Its silkk up on his (then ask me)

ed]
Bustas can't see me, blind
I claim tru, I you knew
My foes catch elbows, cause I'm on em a tattoo
Man I'm low like the eyes of a danked out china man
gangstafied
While I'm tryin' to a million
But politicians run for
They rather me bust a cap in a rat, cause they both gonna try and

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

[mr.
Now I lay me down to
I the lord that my momma will never weep
And let her live in peace and stop spendin' a hundred g's up in her
When it stop
I when they leave me lyin' on the block
With on my glock
A pocket full of lemon drops, laughin' at crooked
I I'm doin' what I gotta do
As long as I stay tru, until they put me
I it's a shame, things'll never change
I hope I live long to see my daughter spell my name
I'm tru 2 da

p]
Still the
Master p, the whole tru (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 limit records, south hustlers (independent black owned)
And the west bad boyz
And I y'all, I can drop something anytime I want to
Y'all done realized by now, the haters fell off
they ain't tru 2 da game
I could never where I came from
I'm from the
But I won't change
Cause I'm tru 2 da game, believe
Keepin' it real, it real
Never sell out, can never out
Tru 2 da