Luyện nghe bài hát TRU?'s

(Reporter) we're sittin here 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 TRU, slanged in the meanwhile
packin, in jackin
liquor store, dope dealers, brothas and
open shop, it's all about a up
I'm in a crackhouse on the bubble up
because I'm a sellin dope
with a gat when I role through the Calliope
bad ass, I never to my brother
it went in one ear and out the other
pushin on the block watch the undercover
fuck a dick suckin bitch, yo I no lover
I'm a killa, dealer, looking for some dollars
at 13 I bought a quarter key of
rollin with my fingas on the
brother don't ya know you can't this nigga
a thug, convict, psycho, a
do you open, ganked 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 some baggy 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 very 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 wont
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 wake up
infared, ready to blow the up
inside no time for shakin
lookin for the nigga and the I be taking
get you gonna get, nigga and ride
or get 25 for a mothafuckin
move but no stuntin
ssssshhhh, I hear a coming
came on, So I shot (Bang)(Bang)
out the door the dope that I got
over the wall, fall
my dope cause this was a close call
getting robbed by the C is a
so, is there any more

([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 pernt
cut the out so I can case the jerk
two niggas on the couch and a hoe
I think P was on the muthafuckin radio
niggas wanna fight I was chillin in the 9th ward
he shoulda killin niggaz makes my dick hard
(are you sick)
yea, and I'm
young Silkk to leave the car runnin
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 fuckin
foo got and went for a sawed off
so I em all, took their mothafuckin heads off
I'm TRU (No Limit) and serve ya
down in New it's just another 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 dope to the
No Limit is bout it you see, better than me
I give a out to my nigga Eazy-E
(is all real)
I don't lie, in peace Eazy
see you on the otherside (ya me)