Luyện nghe bài hát True Story

Right now we got a lil'
Lil' Doogie the B.G.'z
Do gotta 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
Tipped it on, talkin' 6th and Baronne
When the lights on up early in the mornin'
All muthafuckin' creepin'
on the set when a nigga Dee, sleepin'

Pussy ass, you you can't survive
You was creepin' through that third you must don't 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', no disrespect to the tenth

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

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

The rhymes you are to hear are true
This some true

fuckin' them niggas at night
They doin' bad and slangin' rhymes at the same time, lyin'
Now nigga is a muthafuckin' dick beater
Heard at Corn[unverified] he was a muthafuckin'

wit a B.G., best believe you will get served
I'ma leavin' ya muthafuckin' thinking cap on the
Chuck got 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 come try to
Had to to rest, no vest but one to the chest
But uh, you know you done fucked up cha?
Like said, you mad 'cuz Ca$h Money didn't want'cha

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

Them niggas be rappin', very trippin'
Talkin' all nonsense, slippin' talkin' bout they be crippin'
But it's like this, out before you get bucked
I'm coward ass niggas 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 that nigga quick
You sick 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' stank in apartments and shit
And ummm, niggas who help you get the money
You fuck 'em
check time come, they gets nothin', you pluck 'em

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

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

Don't whine, niggas can't handle me not
I'm the bitch who came to up the party
When I catch'cha I'ma ya don't worry
This is 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, best believe you get nailed
Mystikal you'z a hoe, it's time I let'cha
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 that even exist

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

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 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, up, raise up, raise up