Luyện nghe bài hát True Story

Right now we got a youngsta
Lil' from the B.G.'z
Do what'cha do mane
Say what'cha say, Wayne

The you are about to hear are true
some true shit

Shoulda you bitches when we heard that song
it on, talkin' 'bout 6th and Baronne
When the fuckin' lights on up early in the
All muthafuckin' creepin'
Pissin' on the set a nigga Dee, sleepin'

ass, you know you can't survive
You was creepin' through third you must don't know it's do or die
Now that on my list
A bitch no disresp', p-poppin' bitch no disresp'
P-poppin', p-poppin', p-poppin', bitch no to the tenth

But there's a pussy in face and they can suck and dick
Ridin' and slidin' all that workin' and twerkin'
You be no "G", 'cuz a "G" not down wit' jerkin'
Them niggas always with that play
You want some real drama, why don't you bring that shit our

'Cuz I'm a Gangsta down for that street funk
Stuntin' in a concert, take it to the fuckin'
Talkin' all that bullshit, talkin' all that on wax
Talkin' all that yak-yak, but I'ma your Kool-Aid pack, bitch
I got my close at hand, this for the real, real pussies in the can

The rhymes you are to hear are true
some true shit

Chuck fuckin' them niggas at
They bad and slangin' rhymes at the same time, ain't lyin'
Now this is a muthafuckin' dick beater
Heard at Corn[unverified] he was a muthafuckin'

Fuckin' wit a B.G., best you will get served
I'ma leavin' ya muthafuckin' thinking cap on the
Chuck got some 'Cuz oh, yes, I'm comin' to get'cha
And if I don't get 20 G's, I'ma

I'm a murderer, server, nigga come try to
Had to put'em to rest, no but one to the chest
But uh, you know you done fucked up don't
Like Yella said, you mad 'cuz Money didn't want'cha

Let's move across that water strapped that A.K.
They got some crips, wanna bang, go to L.A.
Now you can claim, the East, North, West, or
Mystikal fool, you can pump this right in your mouth

Them niggas be rappin', very trippin'
Talkin' all that nonsense, talkin' bout they be crippin'
But it's like this, watch out before you get
I'm tellin' coward ass niggas to raise up, up, raise up

At first he was a cheerleader now he ain't that nigga to wit
That goes to show you studio yeah that buck quick
You duck when I catch'cha, you best to start to runnin'
Cuz I'm comin', start duckin', cuz I'm bustin' and pluckin', it

Chuck, you big trick, you hoe
Puttin' hoes in apartments and shit
And ummm, them niggas who help you get the
You fuck 'em
When check time come, they gets nothin', you 'em

And y'all hoes for lettin' him take it, rolled and fake it
Niggas best to look like
Now back to this muthafuckin' Mystikal,
You wanna on a nigga like a morphodyke come jump on the dick

That's enough of this hoe on the real
If you don't spit "G" shit with you can't pay bills I make mils
I close the for them niggas wanna shine
Sign on my when I put it on your mind into your spine

whine, niggas can't handle me not hard
I'm the bitch who came to up the party
When I catch'cha kill ya don't worry
This is another part of that true story

Partners you bet not do no crime, get no time and go to
Cuz in that two man cell, believe you gone get nailed
Mystikal you'z a hoe, it's time I know
Y'all ain't ready for Local five, got a boot camp hoes

I'm gat totin', ready to your heart open
Bullets floatin', hot nine chambers
Uptown, ya bound to get wig split
Y'all represent a 17th set don't even exist

Now a shame, you reppin' just to get a name
You can't in this game 'cuz you niggas lame
I'm to take it to some "G" shit, street shit
Where caps get peeled and wigs to get split

I'm off Valence, no doubt this B.G. ain't real
I'm to hiccup some bullets out my fuckin' steel
Peel, niggas kneel, bow down
From clown that's gonna put you six in the ground

time a nigga put Big Boy where the fuck they belong
Rollin' wit' tec-9 believe it's on
Raise up, raise up, raise up, up, raise up