Luyện nghe bài hát TRU?'s

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

ruthless, as a child, a
ran TRU, slanged in the meanwhile
packin, specialize in
liquor store, dope dealers, brothas and
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 through the
bad ass, I never listened to my
it in one ear and out the fuckin other
pushin rocks on the block the undercover
fuck a dick bitch, yo I ain't no lover
I'm a killa, dope dealer, for some dollars
at 13 I a quarter key of powder
rollin my fingas on the trigga
brother don't ya you can't touch this nigga
a thug, convict, psycho, a
do you stay open, ganked for your
big and bad, no for the taz
([Reporter] did you ever go to jail)
hell yea, just servin niggas
runnin the taz, hidin out by the sewers
I'm a TRU nigga (fuck em) in work
I wear some baggy ass jabros and a saints shirt
slappin all the fiends on my nerves
they get beat, ganked, and served (fuck em)
so you who I am ho
a No Limit Soldier the motherfuckin Calliope

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

([Reporter] okay, what be the situation when you so call
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 shit, a nigga got a spare key
stuck it in slowly, so he wake up
infared, to blow the place up
once inside no time for
for the nigga and the dope I be taking
get what you gonna get, and ride
or get 25 for a mothafuckin
move but no stuntin
ssssshhhh, I a motherfucka coming
lights on, So I shot (Bang)(Bang)
out the door with the that I got
over the wall, don't
check my dope cause this was a call
robbed by the C is a lesson
so, is there any more

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

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