Luyện nghe bài hát Tru 2 Da Game

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

Today I have a half an
Tomorrow I'll a key
And if you tryin' to get some ice
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
kids havin' fun in my neighborhood
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 use nicknames
Like v-90, p, boz, and big man
My little homies up
hang, hang, and some slangin'
Others bangin'
I'm tryin' to make it out the with this 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 done made, a dollar out of 15
On the curb, posted up with them
And fiends, a-1 yola
And tryin' stay true with my frist meal
Cause in the ghetto, you got money, you get killed
And tru to the game, is a part of life
And if you don't player, you might lose your

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

[silkk the
Tryin' to have major, they can't fade me
Cash the like casino
Today I'm a it real, and chill, and get blitzed like marino
My girl be fussin', she be tussin', buggin'
me why I be hustlin'
I got money to make, so it
I'm a it real, if it kills me
gonna feel me before I'm done
Ball I have it all, I want the whole while
If not, I want none
Why I with the same ol' niggas
That's they ask me
I be like, I'm the same ol'
But 'stead, right now, I gets my free
I gots to stay tru fool, about my motherfuckin'
I'll be a rich ass nigga, gonna be visitin' me in the jail
I to ball, can't fall, gotta have 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 see me, they blind
I claim tru, I you knew
My foes catch elbows, cause I'm on em like a
Man I'm layin' low like the of a danked out china man
gangstafied
While I'm tryin' to a million
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 come the realness
So all my folks can 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
will it stop
I when they leave me lyin' on the block
tears on my glock
A pocket full of lemon drops, at crooked cops
I guess I'm doin' what I do
As long as I stay tru, until put me through
I know 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)
can't change you, it just can make you
(never where 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
Y'all done realized by now, the done fell off
Cause ain't tru 2 da game
I could never forget where I came
I'm the ghetto
But I won't change
Cause I'm tru 2 da game, believe
it real, keepin' it real
Never sell out, can sell out
Tru 2 da