Luyện nghe bài hát Truth Or Truth

I'm out so much I'm like, "Why stress it?"
Am I selfish for myself
"Would you rather count or count blessings?"
Now a wild question
turned my life upside down
I guess it was to be like passing Beyonce a Tic-Tac
And that ain't a diss, this way to me than a diss track
is God to me
Nas is God to me!
Eminem is B.I.G. and Pac to me
And if you disagree I hope you hypocrisy!
And this will be the realest shit I wrote
Shoutout to all the crazy bitches I've been involved
Thank y'all for making my wife a crazier than y'all bitches
Y'all might've lost me, but win
And this will be the shit I ever wrote
Now let's talk the BET Awards
Kanye went to the podium for the win
And mentioned everyone in the category as him but me and Em
He said motivated him
And normally would be ammo to hate on him
But ain't my M.O! My M.O. is to be mo' motivatin'
new-wave culture is so cultivatin'!
Where the do I fit in?
And this be the realest shit I ever wrote
I succumb so much to this game I feel
I answer more about the 40 and Game squabble
Than I answer questions that I ask
"Are you a father?", the answer's, "Well
Fuck this! Royce got a tomorrow"
I gotta spell out the offers
If being famous means speaking to people in
Over being for your sons and daughters...
I'm off this...
I know the last couple of lines kinda out of the pocket
But I give a fuck!
Let me you this:
When was the last time you some shit
Where it actually came out of pocket?
that! If I got to answer questions from you
You got to answer from me!
I'm fucking my whole up for you, answer this question:
"What the fuck are you for me?", answer that!
Still I love my fans, though y'all looking at me like I'm just a drunk nigga
That's just throwing up behind shit, blowing up, but I ain't throwing up shit but my hands
And this is just me up
Artesia, Kino and Vish, please support me I need ya
But in reality an artist is supposed to be by easels
But in the meanwhile, I'm just supported by
[Verse 2: Joe
I'm no longer fuckin'
I mean I this shit on "Cut You Loose"
How am I supposed to stick around for this fuckin' abuse?
time I go to leave, I figure "fuck is the use?"
I endure it for the true fans that covet new
Or is that just another fuckin'
Do I do it for cause I crave it, I won't mention it, I'll save it
If you know me than you know a nigga treasure
Nigga thought that as a man, you must be me
And I'm to feel like my fans are now condemning me
Listen, I don't owe y'all
Same Joe I am today is the same Joe get
Y'all will interrupt a nigga while he at his place of
And that came along with your 20 dollar purchase
You bought the music, not the nigga made it
But let me touch up on that nigga made it
If you're me on actions then I'll take that L every time
If you conclude "Joe is a corny mah'fucker"
Cause all it mean if I'm a corny
Is the greatest rapper ever's a corny mah'fucker
My bad, I'm not as as you
But all this I was being me, not being you
I get that mic, let all my demons through
Without knowing shit about the people I'm speaking to
Add that to me not seeing a to
And that says a lot in a room of silence, listen...
At 21 I had a problem
At 31 still drugs is a
But the thing about pill is it made everything real
And I I needed to see
Funny about it all, I ain't like what I saw
Now the Lord's is in my head like
"You'll be soon for questioning me"
Another for me
Far greater than whatever I it to be
Cause if left to me, I'd put our in our brains
We'd over-think what we see and our lives would change
But it, that day had to come
Who ever knew that I would a son?
I coulda it, I was fuckin' like a rabbit
But I never saw him handle scoliosis his dad did
Never knew me and would talk again
Fuck a rhyme, I'm just happy that we talk
Who knew that the second I you
You would get terminally ill, be in the
The of you leaving is what fucks with me
I'm scared to of getting full custody
Nigga, I look in the disgustedly
So how am I supposed to feel the day that he up to me?
I always you were the worst baby-mother
I had ex-girl confused with
And there lies my with our Creator
All the I wanted her black ass dead, you wouldn't take her
Don't do it now, I her
Understand, it get no realer
See how I go to bed with thoughts of a damn
But rather show y'all my girl through these filters
Look at her, don't at me
Cause if y'all judging, would throw the book at me
Speakin' of shorty, nah, I'll do in private
It be a little soon for me to let her know how I get
Shit, and now we right at one
quick, let me get back to my son
When a was like
He said "Dad, I'm but I don't have a problem with that"
And I was I laughed, and I was like
"Well, number 1, why do you think you're
And number 2, why you have a problem with that?"
And he looked me in my eyes and he was
"Well, I say I'm weird, number 1, I know I'm weird
And I don't a problem with it because that's me
And whoever don't like it, they have to be around me
I'm comfortable me and who I am"
And there, that was cold
In my I thought "That was bold"
Illest about it all, said that at 10 years-old
So I could die now
I could die now and feel like he got the most important part of Joe
Or... than that...
I could die right now and like he know all he need to know

Royce, up
night we cried tears of joy
This morning they were there
handicap without the wheelchair
That's we are, but fuck it...
We'll be the sacrificial lamb for y'all
it or love it...
Leave all of that, b, it...
3: Crooked I]
Yeah, man
I kinda where my nigga was coming from, you know
my niggas, you know
Baby-mom was on and shit
You know, talkin' 'bout I take care of my junior
Me and my nigga straight
Yo, my nigga rap
I just let it be, you know, cause people get feelings hurt over other shit
So I just let it go, you know, I ain't have no
But uh when you up fucked up
Nobody's perfect, you know, but I'm for this
rap shit, man yeah
Eastside Long Atlantic avenue and Hill
was a youngster my ghetto attitude was real
Dumper in the in case I had to shoot to kill
Rocking dumb mics I had was stupid skill
Eastsiders we cypher a bus bitch
Some sippin toca vodka, others had the blunt
A lot of them niggas died, blood drenched
Others went to jail, they hit a lick and left
Long beach I salute ya
Even though you think you I out you not saluting mine
I dont come around much, Im on musics
Lost and found I found when Im broke I my mind
So I like Im on a hunger strike
Without a doubt I cuff a mic
I leave a body count like the out
Cause Im a group called slaughter
Rap better everybody house
Now they Im in the game and stuntin
But Im like an orgasm man, I came nothing
Some of you from the burbs but you claim you
So lame you struttin, with a you frontin
Fuck all that, if I was born rich I would about it
I was born poor in a ditch, Im tryna climb up out it
Tryna avoid a life of crime Im it
Some say Ill be fine it
Death the corner, prison breathing down my neck
Chasing paper til a nigga out of breath
IRS fuck me, I ain't even outta debt
Said they Young me
, tryna squeeze me outta
Yeah, them tryna squeeze me outta checks
Dont to dominics unless you pay ya mommas rent
With marijuana sent outta town, them spent
My own fam wanna grab the and harm me
But I got the to kill an army
Word to Killa army, man all them adore me
BET red carpet, the was on me
To put a slug in my flesh and blood wouldnt good
crip walking at the Olympics
Im still
me, til my candle is blown
So many secrets I told to a glass of patron
Half of my fathers died of cancer alone
He called me sick, I didnt answer the
How does it feel to that your son doesnt care
Cause you wasnt there, wasnt fair
I look at steps in the direction, another stare
I swear, just the other muthafucking night
Like niggas, niggas rolled in of my studio on my kids life
Nahmean, I ran through the fucking studio to my office grabbed that 3.57 man
Came out waving, Im bout to bust, the police by
My little brothers told me I needed to
Nahmean, this is what I do man, is the life I live for real dawg
This ain't no muthafuckin rap
Just the other night I coulda a nigga man
Nahmean, I wouldnt be here about this shit
about it man
[Verse 4: Ortiz]
My grandmoms me
, dont exist
Baby stress me,
my got a cyst
My older son love and the little nigga hands is mean
But he chronic asthmatic so he fully suited on the wishing he could be in there but still
for his team
My youngest son got issues, sometimes he cry to me
Im looking at him its not you fault
You was conceived when was such a slave to his everyday anxiety
I worked at UPS for a week and my boss ain't have to me
I wasnt fit to boxes I quit
Dont put me in box when I spit
My life too muthafucking fly for me
Wasnt too fly for me
From the lobby huffing and puffing running from
To Crooked I, Da 59, Joe Budden,
homie from the Goodie Mob and me carving
escaping poverty
Ashy knees and no
Chinese outta hocks but that was on the first, other that
Liver works and sent me my yellow cheese in a box
Yall ain't that yellow cheese in a box
Last I cried tears of joy
But the other I cried tears my boy
No here I cant hear his voice
I guess they playing dealers choice
Popped a with Joe Im sippin clear with Royce
Crook light a nigga
My little just hit the pen
Went in a young adult and coming out a citizen
And them crackers denied me
Fuck dawg I even sneak a visit in
I hustlin no more if yall listening
niggas only get the music man
Yall know what be going on with a nigga day to day
I mean shit I complaining or nothing
Like a nigga stand on his own two and it down
But its realer than you think
You think I give a fuck about a rap
I just left my condo, hopped up in my car Im on my way to fuck an
I dont need yall to remind me bout my pen and pad
ad-libs subtract your spit
Multiply my visits to Chase divide mad chips among 3 niggas
Nah nigga ain't no rap clique
This is a takeover
I want another Rover
I got such a celebrating the fact my mother became sober
My uncle fading from needle though
Found out he fully a couple weeks ago
My aunt tested negative but its the result
Cuz she gon die on the same day he breathing yo
To me ain't to love me
Nah, to me is to know me
Cause you ain't got to me but respect that I ain't phony
Not a nominee for Tonys or for my uh balony
you see is what you get
Hope you what you see cause what you seeing is a threat
Come at me indirects, I ain't gon write a song about you
Imma knee you in your
And then write a song about how I just you half to death
Dont with my little niggas
Im just a grown ass man tryna feed my family through the talent God me
Honestly I dont care if you me
But fuck with my money
Anything I say will be dry snitching on myself, how dumb would that be
House
YAOWA!