Luyện nghe bài hát TRU?'s

(Reporter) we're sittin here with
(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 with TRU, slanged in the
packin, in jackin
store, dope dealers, brothas and others
open shop, all about a come up
I'm in a crackhouse on the bubble up
because I'm a gangsta dope
strapped with a gat when I role the Calliope
bad ass, I listened to my brother
it went in one ear and out the other
pushin on the block watch the undercover
a dick suckin bitch, yo I ain't no lover
I'm a killa, dope dealer, looking for some
at 13 I bought a quarter key of
rollin with my on the trigga
brother don't ya know you can't touch 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, just servin niggas
runnin from the taz, hidin out by the
I'm a TRU nigga (fuck em) puttin in
I wear some ass jabros and a motherfuckin saints shirt
all the fiends gettin on my nerves
they get beat, ganked, and served (fuck em)
so you who I am ho
a No Limit from the motherfuckin Calliope

([Reporter] hmm, I see, So you're violent)

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

waitin, for the witness to
I'm bout to do some you wont believe
creep a G to the back of the house
in
all the were out
grabbed the and it was locked G
but fuck that shit, a got a spare key
it in slowly, so he wouldnt wake up
infared, ready to the place up
once inside no for shakin
lookin for the and the dope I be taking
get what you gonna get, nigga and
or get 25 for a homicide
move quickly but no
ssssshhhh, I hear a motherfucka
lights came on, So I (Bang)(Bang)
out the door the dope that I got
over the wall, fall
check my dope this was a close call
robbed by the C is a lesson
so, is any more questions

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

da nigga house goes, but don't pernt
cut the lights out so I can the jerk
two niggas on the couch and a hoe
I think Master P was on the radio
niggas wanna fight when I was chillin in the 9th
he shoulda known killin makes my dick hard
(are you sick)
yea, and I'm
told Silkk to leave the car runnin
walked in, said lay it down
I'm not 8-ball, but niggaz got clowned
up mothafucka (I'll kill ya) don't lag
I wancha dope, jewelry, and all your cash
foo got brave and for a sawed off
so I em all, took their mothafuckin heads off
I'm TRU (No Limit) and I'll ya
down in New Orleans just another murda
back in the L-zone, Silkk on
the gun in the river and hauled on
I'm not like Hood,
I want more, rob from the rich,
sell to the poor
No is bout it you see, nobody better than me
I give a shout out to my nigga
(is all real)
I don't lie, rest in Eazy
see you on the (ya heard me)