Luyện nghe bài hát Truth

1]
80 chains going and ain't one yet
nothing retarded 'bout Gucci but this gold Rolex
A ten thousand dollar bounty put on my
I hope you didn't pay them they didn't have no success
You seen my nigga and you got upset
I your interview too, you looked oh so stressed
I think the nigga just mad I fucked his ex
And I'm a big dog, he got the lil' boy
Go dig partner up nigga, bet he can't say shit
And if you for the kid I'll be in Zone 6
I hit a party fresh, you and ya homeboy Tip
I know y'all seen me over there with that black fo'
I bought a Bentley Mulsanne, it look like Tips
But I never platinum, do you catch my drift
I never let a do me like Tip did Flip
This the same that got Big and 2Pac killed

For the record, this is not a record
the truth
It's Gucci the living
Oh, yea I'm a
legend nigga
Respect

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I ain't wit ya, I ain't trying to dance wit ya
I ain't using hands, let rubberbands get ya
It take money to go to war and we can go to war
I ain't no real rapper, I'm a fucking grave
I'm a old school fool, make me show my age nigga
Grab a Louisville and it to a batting cage nigga
I did a song with Cole and I know you still miss her
But Puff was fucking her you was falling in love wit her
Call you to do a song, wouldn't smoke no bud wit ya
I was screaming so icy and was a nigga
This AR is my up cause I don't need nan nigga
Must didn't when Flocka said "Let them guns blam nigga!"
Used to to Birmingham with a lot of grams nigga
I'm just who I am but I ain't sparing nan nigga
I know it's hard for you to sleep you killed your homeboy
You left his son to be a bastard, even raise ya own boy