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, in jackin
liquor store, dealers, brothas and others
open shop, it's all about a up
I'm in a crackhouse waitin on the up
because I'm a gangsta dope
strapped with a gat I role through the Calliope
bad ass, I listened to my brother
it went in one ear and out the fuckin
pushin on the block watch the undercover
fuck a dick suckin bitch, yo I ain't no
I'm a killa, dope dealer, looking for dollars
at 13 I bought a key of powder
rollin my fingas on the trigga
brother ya know 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 niggas heroin
runnin from the taz, hidin out by the
I'm a TRU nigga (fuck em) puttin in
I wear some baggy ass and a motherfuckin saints shirt
all the fiends gettin on my nerves
they get beat, ganked, 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 be the situation when you so call
rob someone)

waitin, for the witness to
I'm bout to do some you wont believe
creep like a G to the back of the
in
all the were out
grabbed the door and it was G
but that shit, a nigga got a spare key
stuck it in slowly, so he wouldnt up
infared, to blow the place up
once inside no for shakin
lookin for the nigga and the dope I be
get what you get, nigga and ride
or get 25 for a mothafuckin
move but no stuntin
ssssshhhh, I hear a coming
lights came on, So I (Bang)(Bang)
out the with the dope that I got
the wall, don't fall
check my cause this was a close call
robbed by the C is a lesson
so, is any more questions

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

da nigga 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 P was on the muthafuckin radio
niggas wanna fight when I was chillin in the 9th
he shoulda known killin niggaz makes my hard
(are you sick)
yea, and I'm
told young to leave the car runnin
walked in, bitch lay it down
I'm not 8-ball, but niggaz got clowned
hurry up mothafucka (I'll kill ya) lag
I dope, jewelry, and all your fuckin cash
foo got brave and went for a off
so I shot em all, took their heads off
I'm TRU (No Limit) and I'll ya
in New Orleans it's just another murda
back in the L-zone, drive on
threw the gun in the and hauled on
I'm not like Hood,
I want more, rob from the rich,
sell to the poor
No Limit is bout it you see, 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)