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 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 some ice
Won't you me, or won't you beep me

Looked out the
It must be the giggidy first of the
Cause everybody in the ghetto is and dressed up
Little kids havin' fun in my
And fiends walkin' up, talkin' bout all good
See I'm a g, ? ? ? ? ? I got 2 for 3
And a know that I slang, that i-c-e
And in the ghetto use nicknames
v-90, master p, boz, and big man
My little homies up
hang, hang, and some slangin'
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 me and niggas try to talk shit
Cause I made, a dollar out of 15 cents
On the curb, posted up with bouldas
And servin' fiends, a-1
And still tryin' stay 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 might your life

Tru 2 da game, tru 2 da
nothin' changed but my bank account
I'm still the

the shocker]
Tryin' to have things major, they fade me
Cash the like casino
I'm a keep it real, and chill, and get blitzed like marino
My girl be fussin', she be tussin', buggin'
me why I be hustlin'
I got to make, so motherfuck 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 none
Why I hang the same ol' niggas
That's 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, about my mail
I'll be a rich ass nigga, y'all gonna be me in the jail
I gots to ball, can't fall, gotta have things
If you don't believe me, next round this time
Its silkk up on his (then ask me)

ed]
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 like the of a danked out china man
gangstafied
While I'm tryin' to make a
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 with the
So all my can feel this

[mr.
Now I lay me to sleep
I pray the lord that my momma will weep
And let her live in and stop spendin' a hundred g's up in her sleep
will it stop
I guess when they me lyin' on the block
With tears on my
A pocket full of drops, laughin' 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, things'll change
I I live long enough to see my daughter spell my name
I'm tru 2 da

p]
Still the
Master p, the 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 I came 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
they ain't tru 2 da game
I could never forget I came from
I'm from the
But I ever change
Cause I'm tru 2 da game, believe
Keepin' it real, it real
Never sell out, can never out
Tru 2 da