Luyện nghe bài hát True Story

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

The rhymes you are about to are true
This some shit

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

Pussy ass, you know you survive
You was creepin' through that third you must don't it's do or die
Now that 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 slidin' with all that and twerkin'
You can't be no "G", a "G" not down wit' jerkin'
Them niggas always comin' with play
You want some real drama, why don't you bring shit our way?

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

The you are about to hear are true
some true shit

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

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

Let's move across that water strapped that A.K.
They got wannabe 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 much
Talkin' all nonsense, slippin' talkin' bout they be crippin'
But it's this, watch out before you get bucked
I'm tellin' ass niggas to raise up, raise up, raise up

At first he was a cheerleader now he that nigga to fuck wit
That goes to show you studio yeah that buck quick
You duck sick when I catch'cha, you best to start to
Cuz I'm comin', duckin', cuz I'm bustin' and pluckin', fuck it

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

And hoes for lettin' him take it, hard rolled and fake it
Niggas to look like skatin'
Now back to muthafuckin' 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 spit "G" shit with skillz you can't pay bills I make mils
I close the shop for them niggas shine
on my nine when 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 up the party
I catch'cha I'ma kill 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 two man cell, best believe you gone get nailed
Mystikal you'z a hoe, it's time I know
Y'all ready for Local five, got a boot camp fulla hoes

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

Now that's a shame, you reppin' 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 and wigs bound to get split

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

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