Luyện nghe bài hát Truth

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

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

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I playing 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 turn it to a batting cage
I did a song with Keyshia Cole and I you still miss her
But was fucking her while you was falling in love wit her
Call you to do a song, even smoke no bud wit ya
I was screaming so icy and was a neighborhood
This AR is my back up I don't need nan nigga
Must hear when Flocka said "Let them guns blam nigga!"
Used to drive to with a lot of grams nigga
I'm just who I am nigga but I ain't sparing nan
I know it's hard for you to sleep knowing you your homeboy
You left his son to be a bastard, won't even ya own boy