Luyện nghe bài hát Tru 2 Da Game

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

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

Looked out the
It must be the giggidy of the month
Cause in the ghetto is smilin' and dressed up
kids 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 everybody in the use nicknames
v-90, master p, boz, and big man
My little posted up
Some hang, hang, and some
Others gang
I'm tryin' to it out the hood with this gangsta rap
And stay tru to the game, and put the on the map
But haters me and niggas 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' stay with my frist meal
in the ghetto, you got money, you might get killed
And tru to the game, is a part of life
And if you don't player, you might lose life

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

[silkk the
to have things major, they can't fade me
Cash the chips casino
Today I'm a keep it real, and chill, and get blitzed marino
My girl be fussin', she be tussin', buggin'
me why I be hustlin'
I got money to make, so 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 hang the same ol' niggas
what they ask me
I be like, I'm the same ol'
But 'stead, right now, I my sacks free
I gots to stay tru fool, about my motherfuckin'
be a rich ass nigga, y'all gonna be visitin' me in the jail
I gots to ball, can't fall, gotta things major
If you don't believe me, year round this time
Its up on his pager (then ask me)

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Bustas can't see me, blind
I claim tru, I you knew
My foes elbows, cause I'm on em like a tattoo
Man I'm layin' low like the eyes of a 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 they call it
But I gots to come with the
So all my folks can this

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

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Still the
Master p, the whole tru click (y'all feel this)
Tru to the (tru to da hood)
Money can't you, it just can make you
(never forget I came from)
No limit records, south hustlers (independent black owned)
And the west coast bad
And I told y'all, I can drop something anytime I to
done realized by now, the haters done fell off
Cause they tru 2 da game
I could never forget where I came
I'm from the
But I won't change
I'm tru 2 da game, believe that
Keepin' it real, keepin' it
sell out, can never sell out
Tru 2 da