Luyện nghe bài hát TRU?'s

(Reporter) we're sittin here 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 with TRU, slanged in the
packin, in jackin
liquor store, dealers, brothas and others
open shop, it's all a come up
I'm in a waitin on the bubble up
I'm a gangsta sellin dope
strapped with a gat when I role the Calliope
bad ass, I listened to my brother
it in one ear and out the fuckin other
pushin rocks on the block watch the
fuck a suckin 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 with my on the trigga
brother don't ya know you can't touch this
a thug, convict, psycho, a
do you stay open, for your yayo
big and bad, no for the taz
([Reporter] did you ever go to jail)
hell yea, just servin heroin
from the taz, hidin out by the sewers
I'm a TRU nigga (fuck em) puttin in
I wear some ass jabros and a motherfuckin saints shirt
slappin all the fiends gettin on my
they get beat, ganked, broke and (fuck em)
so you who I am ho
a No Limit from the motherfuckin Calliope

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

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

waitin, for the to leave
I'm bout to do some you wont believe
like 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 nigga got a key
it in slowly, so he wouldnt wake up
infared, ready to the place up
once inside no time for
lookin for the nigga and the dope I be
get what you gonna get, nigga and
or get 25 for a homicide
move quickly but no
ssssshhhh, I a motherfucka coming
lights came on, So I (Bang)(Bang)
out the door with the dope I got
the wall, don't fall
check my dope cause was a close call
robbed by the C is a lesson
so, is any more questions

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

there da 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 muthafuckin
niggas wanna when I was chillin in the 9th ward
he shoulda known niggaz makes my dick hard
(are you sick)
yea, and I'm
told young 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 wancha dope, jewelry, and all your cash
foo got brave and for a sawed off
so I shot em all, took their heads off
I'm TRU (No Limit) and I'll ya
down in New Orleans it's another murda
back in the L-zone, Silkk on
threw the gun in the and hauled on
I'm not Robin Hood,
cause I want more, rob the rich,
sell to the poor
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 (ya heard me)