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 about y'all, uuuugggghhhh
Gold like this here

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

out the window
It must be the first of the month
Cause everybody in the ghetto is and dressed up
Little kids havin' fun in my
And fiends walkin' up, talkin' bout it's all
See I'm a g, ? ? ? ? ? I got 2 for 3
And y'all a know that I slang, that
And in the ghetto use nicknames
v-90, master p, boz, and big man
My homies posted up
Some hang, hang, and some
gang bangin'
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 me and niggas try to talk shit
Cause I done made, a out of 15 cents
On the curb, posted up with them
And fiends, a-1 yola
And still tryin' stay true with my 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
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 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
Y'all gonna feel me before I'm
till I have it all, I want 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 gets my sacks
I gots to tru fool, about my motherfuckin' mail
I'll be a rich ass nigga, y'all be visitin' me in the jail
I gots to ball, fall, gotta have things major
If you don't believe me, next 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 catch elbows, cause I'm on em like a
Man I'm layin' low the eyes of a danked out china man
gangstafied
While I'm tryin' to a million
But run for office
They rather me bust a cap in a rat, they both gonna try and stop

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

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

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