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 ain't forget about y'all,
Gold look like this

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

Looked out the
It must be the giggidy of the month
Cause everybody in the is smilin' and dressed up
Little kids havin' fun in my
And fiends walkin' up, talkin' it's all good
See I'm a g, ? ? ? ? ? I got 2 for 3
And y'all a know 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 some
Others gang
I'm tryin' to make it out the hood this gangsta rap
And tru to the game, and put the town on the map
But haters hate me and niggas try to talk
I done made, a dollar out of 15 cents
On the curb, posted up with bouldas
And fiends, a-1 yola
And still tryin' stay true with my frist
Cause in the ghetto, you got money, you might get
And stayin' tru to the game, is a part of
And if you don't player, you might lose your

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

[silkk the
Tryin' to have things major, they can't 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', constantly
me why I be hustlin'
I got money to make, so it
I'm a it real, if it kills me
Y'all gonna feel me before I'm
Ball till I have it all, I the whole while
If not, I don't want
Why I hang with the ol' niggas
what they ask me
I be like, I'm the ol' nigga
But 'stead, right now, I my sacks free
I gots to stay tru fool, about my motherfuckin'
I'll be a rich ass nigga, y'all be visitin' me in the jail
I gots to ball, can't fall, gotta have things
If you don't me, next year round this time
Its up on his pager (then ask me)

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

Gangsta rap is they call it
But I gots to come the realness
So all my can feel this

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

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