Luyện nghe bài hát TRU?'s

(Reporter) sittin 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 with TRU, in the meanwhile
packin, specialize in
store, dope dealers, brothas and others
open shop, it's all a come up
I'm in a crackhouse waitin on the up
because I'm a gangsta sellin
strapped with a gat when I role the Calliope
bad ass, I never listened to my
it went in one ear and out the fuckin
pushin on the block watch the undercover
fuck a dick bitch, yo I ain't no lover
I'm a killa, dope dealer, looking for dollars
at 13 I bought a quarter key of
with my fingas on the trigga
brother don't ya know you can't touch 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, servin niggas heroin
runnin from the taz, hidin out by the
I'm a TRU nigga (fuck em) in work
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 Soldier from the Calliope

([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 shit you wont believe
creep a G to the back of the house
in
all the were out
the door and it was locked G
but that shit, a nigga got a spare key
stuck it in slowly, so he wake up
infared, ready to blow the up
once no time for shakin
for the nigga and the dope I be taking
get you gonna get, nigga and ride
or get 25 for a homicide
quickly but no stuntin
ssssshhhh, I hear a coming
lights came on, So I (Bang)(Bang)
out the door with the that I got
the wall, don't fall
check my cause this was a close call
getting robbed by the C is a
so, is any more questions

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

there da nigga house goes, but pernt
cut the out so I can case the jerk
two on the couch smoking and a hoe
I think Master P was on the radio
niggas wanna fight I was chillin in the 9th ward
he shoulda killin niggaz makes my dick 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 niggaz got clowned
up mothafucka (I'll kill ya) don't lag
I wancha dope, jewelry, and all your fuckin
foo got brave and for a sawed off
so I em all, took their mothafuckin heads off
I'm TRU (No Limit) and serve ya
down in New Orleans just another murda
in the L-zone, Silkk drive on
threw the gun in the and hauled on
I'm not like Hood,
cause I more, rob from the rich,
sell to the poor
No Limit is bout it you see, better than me
I give a out to my nigga Eazy-E
(is all real)
I don't lie, rest in Eazy
see you on the (ya heard me)