Luyện nghe bài hát TRU?'s

(Reporter) we're sittin with C-Murder
(C-Murder)
(Reporter) how are you
(C-Murder)
(Reporter) so C tell me, how was life as a youngster

ruthless, as a child, a
ran TRU, slanged in the meanwhile
packin, in jackin
liquor store, dope dealers, and others
open shop, all about a come up
I'm in a crackhouse on the bubble up
I'm a gangsta sellin dope
strapped with a gat I role through the Calliope
bad ass, I never listened to my
it in one ear and out the fuckin other
pushin rocks on the block watch the
a dick suckin bitch, yo I ain't no lover
I'm a killa, dope dealer, for some dollars
at 13 I bought a key of powder
rollin with my fingas on the
brother don't ya you can't touch this nigga
a thug, convict, psycho, a
do you open, ganked for your yayo
big and bad, no for the taz
([Reporter] C-Murder did you go to jail)
hell yea, servin niggas heroin
runnin from the taz, hidin out by the
I'm a TRU (fuck em) puttin in work
I wear some ass jabros and a motherfuckin saints shirt
slappin all the gettin on my nerves
they get beat, ganked, broke and (fuck em)
so you who I am ho
a No Limit Soldier from the motherfuckin

([Reporter] hmm, I see, So very violent)

([Reporter] okay, what would be the situation when you so
rob someone)

waitin, for the to leave
I'm bout to do some shit you believe
creep like a G to the of the house
in
all the lights out
grabbed the and it was locked G
but fuck that shit, a got a spare key
stuck it in slowly, so he wouldnt up
infared, ready to blow the up
once no time for shakin
for the nigga and the dope I be taking
get what you gonna get, and ride
or get 25 for a mothafuckin
move quickly but no
ssssshhhh, I hear a motherfucka
lights on, So I shot (Bang)(Bang)
out the door with the dope I got
over the wall, fall
check my dope cause this was a close
getting by the C is a lesson
so, is any more questions

([Reporter] yes, as a matter of there is,
you ever been involved in like a murder or homicide)
you mean a
(yea)

there da nigga goes, but don't pernt
cut the lights out so I can case the
two niggas on the smoking and a hoe
I think Master P was on the radio
wanna fight when I was chillin in the 9th ward
he known killin niggaz makes my dick hard
(are you sick)
yea, and I'm
told Silkk to leave the car runnin
walked in, said bitch lay it
I'm not 8-ball, but them niggaz got
hurry up mothafucka (I'll ya) don't lag
I dope, jewelry, and all your fuckin cash
foo got and went for a sawed off
so I shot em all, took their mothafuckin off
I'm TRU (No Limit) and serve ya
in New Orleans it's just another murda
back in the L-zone, drive on
threw the gun in the river and on
I'm not like Hood,
cause I more, rob from the rich,
sell dope to the
No Limit is bout it you see, nobody better me
I give a shout out to my nigga
(is all real)
I don't lie, rest in peace
see you on the otherside (ya me)