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 gotta say,

The rhymes you are to hear are true
This some shit

Shoulda killed you bitches we heard that song
Tipped it on, 'bout 6th and Baronne
When the fuckin' on up early in the mornin'
All muthafuckin' creepin'
Pissin' on the set when a 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 nigga on my list
A p-poppin' bitch no disresp', p-poppin' bitch no
P-poppin', p-poppin', p-poppin', bitch no to the tenth

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", a "G" not down wit' jerkin'
Them niggas comin' with that play
You want some real drama, why don't you bring that our way?

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

The rhymes you are about to hear are
This true shit

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

Fuckin' wit a B.G., best believe you will get
I'ma leavin' ya muthafuckin' cap on the curb
got some mail? 'Cuz 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 know you fucked up don't cha?
Yella said, you mad 'cuz Ca$h 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

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

At first he was a cheerleader now he ain't that to fuck wit
That goes to show you studio yeah nigga buck quick
You duck sick 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 straight 'em
When check time come, they gets nothin', you 'em

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

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

Don't whine, niggas can't me not hard
I'm the bitch who to fuck up the party
When I catch'cha I'ma kill ya don't
is another part of that fuckin' 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 a hoe, it's time I let'cha know
ain't ready for Local five, got a boot camp fulla hoes

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

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

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

It's time a 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