Luyện nghe bài hát TRU?'s

(Reporter) sittin here with C-Murder
(C-Murder)
(Reporter) how are you
(C-Murder)
(Reporter) so C me, how was your 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 crackhouse waitin on the up
because I'm a gangsta sellin
strapped with a gat when I role through the
bad ass, I never to my brother
it went in one ear and out the other
rocks on the block watch the undercover
fuck a dick suckin bitch, yo I no lover
I'm a killa, dealer, looking for some dollars
at 13 I bought a key of powder
with my fingas on the trigga
brother ya know 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
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 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 witness to
I'm bout to do some shit you wont
like a G to the back of the house
in
all the lights out
the door and it was locked G
but fuck that shit, a nigga got a key
stuck it in slowly, so he wouldnt up
infared, to blow the place up
once no time for shakin
lookin for the nigga and the dope I be
get what you gonna get, nigga and
or get 25 for a homicide
quickly but no stuntin
ssssshhhh, I hear a coming
lights on, So I shot (Bang)(Bang)
out the door with the that I got
over the wall, don't
my dope cause this was a close call
getting by the C is a lesson
so, is there any questions

([Reporter] yes, as a of fact there is,
have you ever been 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 the jerk
two niggas on the smoking and a hoe
I think Master P was on the radio
niggas wanna fight I was chillin in the 9th ward
he shoulda known killin niggaz makes my dick
(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
up mothafucka (I'll kill ya) don't lag
I wancha dope, jewelry, and all fuckin cash
foo got brave and went for a off
so I shot em all, their mothafuckin heads off
I'm TRU (No Limit) and serve ya
down in New it's 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 dope to the
No Limit is it you see, nobody better than me
I a shout out to my nigga Eazy-E
(is all real)
I don't lie, in peace Eazy
see you on the otherside (ya me)