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 look like here

I have a half an ounce
Tomorrow I'll a key
And if you tryin' to get ice cream
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 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 know I slang, that i-c-e
And everybody in the ghetto use
Like v-90, p, boz, and big man
My homies posted up
Some hang, hang, and some
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 me and niggas 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 still stay true with my frist meal
Cause in the ghetto, you got money, you might get
And tru to the game, is a part of life
And if you player, you might lose your life

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

[silkk the
Tryin' to have things major, they can't me
Cash the chips casino
Today I'm a keep it real, and chill, and get blitzed marino
My girl be fussin', she be tussin', constantly
me why I be hustlin'
I got money to make, so it
I'm a keep it real, if it me
gonna feel me before I'm done
Ball till I have it all, I the whole while
If not, I want none
Why I hang with the ol' niggas
That's they ask me
I be like, I'm the same ol'
But 'stead, now, I gets my sacks free
I to stay tru fool, about my motherfuckin' mail
be a rich ass nigga, y'all gonna be visitin' me in the jail
I gots to ball, fall, gotta have things major
If you don't me, next year round this time
Its up on his pager (then ask me)

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Bustas can't see me, they
I claim tru, I thought you
My catch elbows, cause I'm on em like a tattoo
Man I'm layin' low like the of a danked out china man
gangstafied
While I'm tryin' to make a
But politicians run for
They 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 feel

[mr.
Now I lay me to sleep
I pray the lord my momma will never weep
And let her live in peace and spendin' a hundred g's up in her sleep
will it stop
I guess when they leave me on the block
With on my glock
A full of lemon drops, laughin' at crooked cops
I guess I'm what I gotta do
As long as I tru, until they put me through
I know it's a shame, things'll never
I hope I long enough to see my daughter spell my name
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 south (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 haters done off
they ain't tru 2 da game
I could never forget where I from
I'm from the
But I ever change
I'm tru 2 da game, believe that
Keepin' it real, keepin' it
Never out, can never sell out
Tru 2 da