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 forget 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
you call me, or won't you beep me

Looked out the
It must be the first of the month
Cause everybody in the is smilin' and dressed up
Little kids havin' fun in my
And fiends up, talkin' bout it's all good
See I'm a g, ? ? ? ? ? I got 2 for 3
And y'all a know that I slang, that
And everybody in the ghetto use
Like v-90, p, boz, and big man
My little homies up
Some hang, hang, and some
Others gang
I'm tryin' to make it out the hood with this rap
And stay tru to the game, and put the on the map
But hate me and niggas try to talk shit
Cause I done made, a dollar out of 15
On the curb, posted up them bouldas
And servin' fiends, a-1
And still tryin' stay true with my frist
Cause in the ghetto, you got money, you might get
And stayin' tru to the game, is a of life
And if you player, you might lose your life

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

[silkk the
Tryin' to have things major, they fade 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 to make, so motherfuck it
I'm a it real, if it kills me
Y'all feel me before I'm done
Ball I have it all, I want the whole while
If not, I don't none
Why I hang with the ol' niggas
That's what ask me
I be like, I'm the ol' nigga
But 'stead, right now, I gets my sacks
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 major
If you believe me, next year round this time
Its silkk up on his (then ask me)

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Bustas can't see me, they
I claim tru, I you knew
My foes catch elbows, I'm on em like a tattoo
Man I'm layin' low like the of a danked out china man
Stayin'
While I'm tryin' to a million
But politicians run for
They rather me bust a cap in a rat, cause they both gonna try and

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

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

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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 just can you
(never forget where I from)
No limit records, down south hustlers (independent 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 they ain't tru 2 da
I could never forget I came from
I'm from the
But I won't change
I'm tru 2 da game, believe that
Keepin' it real, it real
Never sell out, can never out
Tru 2 da