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, in jackin
liquor store, dealers, brothas and others
open shop, all about a come up
I'm in a waitin on the bubble up
I'm a gangsta sellin dope
strapped with a gat I role through the Calliope
bad ass, I never listened to my
it in one ear and out the fuckin other
pushin rocks on the block watch the
fuck a dick suckin bitch, yo I ain't no
I'm a killa, dope dealer, for some dollars
at 13 I bought a quarter key of
with my fingas on the trigga
brother don't ya you can't touch this 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, out by the sewers
I'm a TRU (fuck em) puttin in work
I wear some ass jabros and a motherfuckin saints shirt
slappin all the fiends gettin on my
get beat, ganked, broke and served (fuck em)
so you who I am ho
a No Limit from the motherfuckin Calliope

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

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

waitin, for the witness to
I'm bout to do some shit you believe
creep like a G to the back of the
in
all the lights out
the door 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 blow the up
inside 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 mothafuckin
move quickly but no
ssssshhhh, I hear a coming
came on, So I shot (Bang)(Bang)
out the door with the that I got
the wall, don't fall
check my dope cause was a close call
robbed by the C is a lesson
so, is there any questions

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

there da house goes, but don't pernt
cut the lights out so I can case the
two on the couch smoking and a hoe
I think Master P was on the muthafuckin
niggas wanna fight I was chillin in the 9th ward
he shoulda known killin niggaz 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
hurry up mothafucka (I'll ya) don't lag
I wancha dope, jewelry, and all your cash
foo got brave and 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,
I want more, rob from the rich,
sell to the poor
No is bout 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 (ya heard me)