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 life as a youngster

ruthless, as a child, a
ran with TRU, slanged in the
packin, specialize in
liquor store, dope dealers, and others
shop, it's all about a come up
I'm in a waitin on the bubble up
I'm a gangsta sellin dope
strapped with a gat when I through 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 suckin bitch, yo I ain't no lover
I'm a killa, dope dealer, for some dollars
at 13 I bought a 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, for your yayo
big and bad, no for the taz
([Reporter] did you ever go to jail)
hell yea, servin niggas heroin
from the taz, hidin out by the sewers
I'm a TRU nigga (fuck em) in work
I wear some baggy ass jabros and a motherfuckin shirt
all the fiends gettin on my nerves
they get beat, ganked, and served (fuck em)
so you who I am ho
a No Soldier 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 to leave
I'm bout to do some shit you believe
like a G to the back of the house
in
all the lights out
the door and it was locked G
but fuck shit, a nigga got a spare key
it in slowly, so he wouldnt wake up
infared, ready to the place up
once inside no time for
lookin for the and the dope I be taking
get what you gonna get, and ride
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 the dope that I got
over the wall, fall
check my dope cause this was a close
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 a 1-8-7
(yea)

there da nigga goes, but don't pernt
cut the lights out so I can the jerk
two niggas on the couch and a hoe
I Master P was on the muthafuckin radio
niggas wanna fight when I was in the 9th ward
he known killin niggaz makes my dick hard
(are you sick)
yea, and I'm
told young to leave the car runnin
walked in, said lay it down
I'm not 8-ball, but them got clowned
hurry up mothafucka (I'll kill ya) lag
I wancha dope, jewelry, and all your fuckin
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 Orleans just another murda
back in the L-zone, Silkk on
threw the gun in the river and on
I'm not Robin 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 lie, rest in peace Eazy
see you on the otherside (ya me)