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
Gold like this here

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

Looked out the
It must be the 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 a know 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 some
Others bangin'
I'm tryin' to make it out the hood with this rap
And stay tru to the game, and put the on the map
But haters me and niggas try to talk shit
Cause I done made, a dollar out of 15
On the curb, up with them bouldas
And fiends, a-1 yola
And tryin' stay true with my frist meal
in the ghetto, you got money, you might get killed
And stayin' tru to the game, is a of life
And if you don't player, you might lose life

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

the shocker]
Tryin' to have major, they can't fade me
Cash the like casino
Today I'm a keep it real, and chill, and get blitzed like
My girl be fussin', she be tussin', buggin'
me why I be hustlin'
I got to make, so motherfuck it
I'm a keep it real, if it 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 the same ol' niggas
what they ask me
I be like, I'm the ol' nigga
But 'stead, right now, I gets my free
I gots to stay tru fool, my motherfuckin' mail
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 believe me, next year round this
Its up on his pager (then ask me)

ed]
Bustas can't see me, 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 of a danked out china man
Stayin'
While I'm tryin' to a million
But run for office
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 down to
I the lord that my momma will never weep
And let her live in peace and stop spendin' a g's up in her sleep
When it stop
I when they leave me lyin' on the block
With tears on my
A pocket full of lemon drops, at crooked cops
I guess I'm doin' I gotta do
As as I stay tru, until they put me through
I know it's a shame, things'll never
I hope I live long enough to see my daughter my name
I'm tru 2 da

p]
Still the
p, the whole tru click (y'all gonna feel this)
Tru to the (tru to da hood)
Money can't change you, it can make you
(never forget where I from)
No limit records, south hustlers (independent black owned)
And the west bad boyz
And I told y'all, I can drop something anytime I to
Y'all done realized by now, the done fell off
Cause they ain't tru 2 da
I could forget where I came from
I'm the ghetto
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