Luyện nghe bài hát True Story

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

The you are about to hear are true
This some true

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

ass, you know you can't survive
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' no disresp'
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 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 down for that street funk
Stuntin' in a concert, take it to the trunk
Talkin' all that bullshit, all that shit on wax
Talkin' all that yak-yak, but I'ma your Kool-Aid pack, bitch
I got my pistol close at hand, for the real, real pussies in the can

The rhymes you are 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 dick beater
Heard at Corn[unverified] he was a cheerleader

Fuckin' wit a B.G., believe you will get served
I'ma leavin' ya muthafuckin' thinking cap on the
Chuck got some mail? oh, yes, I'm comin' to get'cha
And if I don't get 20 G's, split'cha

I'm a murderer, server, come try to test
Had to put'em to rest, no vest but one to the
But uh, you know you done up don't cha?
Like Yella said, you mad 'cuz Ca$h Money want'cha

Let's move across that water strapped with 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 trippin'
Talkin' all that nonsense, slippin' bout they be crippin'
But it's like this, 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 ain't nigga to fuck wit
That goes to show you studio that nigga buck quick
You duck sick when I catch'cha, you best to start to
Cuz I'm comin', start duckin', cuz I'm and pluckin', fuck it

Chuck, you big trick, you hoe
Puttin' stank in apartments and shit
And ummm, them who help you get the money
You straight 'em
check time come, they gets nothin', you pluck '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 on a nigga like a morphodyke come jump on the dick

That's enough of this hoe on the real
If you don't spit "G" with skillz you can't pay bills 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, niggas handle me not hard
I'm the bitch who came to up the party
I catch'cha I'ma kill ya don't worry
This is another of that fuckin' true story

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

I'm gat totin', ready to leave your heart
Bullets floatin', hot nine smokin'
Uptown, ya to get y'all wig split
Y'all represent a 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 ready to take it to "G" shit, street shit
Where caps get peeled and wigs bound to get

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 niggas kneel, bow
From this that's gonna put you six in the ground

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