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 rhymes you are about to are true
This true shit

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

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

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

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

The rhymes you are about to hear are
This some true

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

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

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

Let's move that water strapped with 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 dick right in mouth

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

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

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

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

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

Don't whine, niggas can't handle me not
I'm the bitch who came to fuck up the
When I I'ma kill ya don't worry
is another part of that fuckin' true story

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

I'm gat totin', to leave your heart open
floatin', hot nine chambers smokin'
Uptown, ya to get y'all wig split
Y'all represent a 17th set that don't exist

Now a shame, you reppin' just to get a name
You survive in this game 'cuz you niggas lame
I'm ready to take it to some "G" shit, shit
Where caps get peeled and bound to get split

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

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