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 life as a youngster

ruthless, as a child, a
ran with TRU, in the meanwhile
packin, in jackin
liquor store, dope dealers, brothas and
shop, it's all about a come up
I'm in a crackhouse waitin on the up
because I'm a gangsta sellin
strapped with a gat when I through the Calliope
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 suckin bitch, yo I no lover
I'm a killa, dope dealer, for some dollars
at 13 I bought a quarter key of
rollin with my on the trigga
don't ya know you can't touch this nigga
a thug, convict, psycho, a
do you stay open, ganked for yayo
big and bad, no for the taz
([Reporter] C-Murder did you go to jail)
hell yea, just servin heroin
runnin the taz, hidin out by the sewers
I'm a TRU (fuck em) puttin in work
I wear some baggy ass jabros and a motherfuckin shirt
slappin all the gettin on my nerves
they get beat, ganked, and served (fuck em)
so you who I am ho
a No Limit Soldier from the Calliope

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

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

waitin, for the witness to
I'm bout to do shit you wont believe
like a G to the back of the house
in
all the lights out
grabbed the and it was locked G
but that shit, a nigga got a spare key
stuck it in slowly, so he wouldnt up
infared, ready to the place up
once no time for shakin
for the nigga and the dope I be taking
get what you gonna get, nigga and
or get 25 for a homicide
quickly but no stuntin
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
getting by the C is a lesson
so, is any more questions

([Reporter] yes, as a of fact there is,
have you ever been in like a murder or homicide)
you a 1-8-7
(yea)

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