Luyện nghe bài hát True Story

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

The rhymes you are about to are true
some true shit

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

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

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

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

The rhymes you are about to hear are
This some shit

fuckin' them niggas at night
They doin' bad and rhymes 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
leavin' ya muthafuckin' thinking cap on the curb
Chuck got some 'Cuz oh, yes, I'm comin' to get'cha
And if I get 20 G's, I'ma split'cha

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 cha?
Yella said, you mad 'cuz Ca$h Money didn't want'cha

Let's move across water strapped with that A.K.
got some wannabe 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 your

Them be rappin', very much trippin'
all that 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 nigga to fuck wit
That goes to show you studio that nigga buck quick
You duck sick when I catch'cha, you 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 hoes in and shit
And ummm, niggas who help you get the money
You straight 'em
When check time come, they gets nothin', you 'em

And y'all for lettin' him take it, hard rolled and fake it
Niggas best to like skatin'
Now to this muthafuckin' Mystikal, bitch
You wanna jump on a 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 I make mils
I the shop for them niggas wanna shine
Sign on my nine when I put it on your mind your spine

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

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

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

Now a shame, you reppin' just to get a name
You can't survive in game '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 this B.G. real
I'm bout to some bullets out my fuckin' steel
Peel, niggas kneel, bow down
From this clown gonna put you six in the ground

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