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 ain't forget y'all, uuuugggghhhh
Gold like this here

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

Looked out the
It be the giggidy first 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 y'all a that I slang, that i-c-e
And in the ghetto use nicknames
v-90, master p, boz, and big man
My little posted up
Some hang, hang, and some
Others bangin'
I'm tryin' to make it out the hood this gangsta rap
And stay tru to the game, and put the 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 servin' fiends, a-1
And tryin' stay true 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 lose your 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 chips casino
Today I'm a keep it real, and chill, and get like 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 I'm done
till I have it all, I want the whole while
If not, I don't want
Why I hang with the same ol'
That's what ask me
I be like, I'm the same ol'
But 'stead, now, I gets my sacks free
I gots to stay tru fool, my motherfuckin' mail
I'll be a ass nigga, y'all gonna be visitin' me in the jail
I gots to ball, can't fall, gotta have things
If you believe me, next year round this time
Its silkk up on his (then ask me)

ed]
Bustas can't see me, blind
I claim tru, I thought you
My foes elbows, cause I'm on em like a tattoo
Man I'm layin' low like the eyes of a danked out man
Stayin'
I'm tryin' to make a million
But run for office
rather me bust a cap in a rat, cause they both gonna try and stop

Gangsta rap is what they it
But I gots to with the realness
So all my folks can feel

[mr.
Now I lay me to sleep
I pray the lord that my momma 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
With tears on my
A pocket of lemon drops, laughin' at crooked cops
I I'm doin' what I gotta do
As long as I stay tru, they put me through
I know it's a shame, 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 click (y'all feel this)
Tru to the (tru to da hood)
Money can't change you, it just can you
(never where I came from)
No limit records, south hustlers (independent black owned)
And the west bad boyz
And I told y'all, I can something anytime I want to
Y'all done realized by now, the haters done off
Cause ain't tru 2 da game
I could never where I came from
I'm the ghetto
But I ever change
I'm tru 2 da game, believe that
Keepin' it real, it real
Never sell out, can sell out
Tru 2 da