Luyện nghe bài hát TRU?'s

(Reporter) we're sittin here with
(C-Murder)
(Reporter) how are you
(C-Murder)
(Reporter) so C tell me, how was your as a youngster

ruthless, as a child, a
ran TRU, slanged in the meanwhile
packin, in jackin
store, dope dealers, brothas and others
open shop, all about a come up
I'm in a waitin on the bubble up
because I'm a gangsta dope
strapped with a gat when I through the Calliope
bad ass, I listened 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, dope dealer, looking for some
at 13 I bought a quarter key of
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] C-Murder did you go to jail)
hell yea, just servin heroin
runnin from the taz, hidin out by the
I'm a TRU (fuck em) puttin in work
I wear baggy ass jabros and a motherfuckin saints shirt
slappin all the fiends gettin on my
they get beat, ganked, and served (fuck em)
so you who I am ho
a No Limit Soldier the motherfuckin Calliope

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

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

waitin, for the to leave
I'm to do some shit 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 that shit, a nigga got a spare key
stuck it in slowly, so he wouldnt up
infared, ready to the place up
once inside no for shakin
lookin for the and the dope I be taking
get what you gonna get, nigga and
or get 25 for a mothafuckin
move quickly but no
ssssshhhh, I hear a coming
came on, So I shot (Bang)(Bang)
out the with the dope that I got
the wall, don't fall
check my dope cause this was a call
getting robbed by the C is a
so, is there any more

([Reporter] yes, as a of fact there is,
have you ever involved in like a murder or homicide)
you a 1-8-7
(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 Master P was on the muthafuckin radio
niggas wanna fight when I was chillin in the 9th
he shoulda known killin makes my dick hard
(are you sick)
yea, and I'm
told young Silkk to leave the car
walked in, said bitch lay it
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 cash
foo got and went for a sawed off
so I shot em all, their mothafuckin heads off
I'm TRU (No Limit) and serve ya
down in New Orleans it's just murda
back in the L-zone, Silkk on
the gun in the river and hauled on
I'm not like Hood,
cause I more, rob from 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, in peace Eazy
see you on the (ya heard me)