Letra traducida True Story de B.g. al español (letra canción original y traducción)
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Letra True Story de B.g. original

Mr. Ivan>

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

Lil' Wayne>
The rhymes you are about to hear are true

Mr. Ivan>
This some true shit.

First Verse-B.G.>

Shoulda killed you bitches when we heard that song
Tipped it on, talkin' bout 6th & Baronne
When the fuckin' lights on up early in the mornin' ,
All that muthafuckin' creepin'
Pissin' on the set when a nigga Dee, sleepin'
Pussy ass
You know you can't survive,
You was creepin' through that third, you must don't know it's do or die
Now that nigga on my list
A P-poppin' bitch no disresp
P-Poppin' bitch no disresp
P-poppin', P-Poppin', P-Poppin' bitch no disrespect to the tenth
But there's a pussy in your face and they can suck and dick
Ridin' and slidin' with all that workin' and twerkin'
You can't be no 'G', 'cause a 'G' not down wit jerkin'
Them niggas always comin' with that play,
You want some real drama, why don't you bring that shit our way?
'cause I'm a Baby Gangsta down for that street funk,
Stuntin' in a concert, take it to the fuckin' trunk
Talkin' all that bullshit, talkin' all that shit on wax,
Talkin' all that yak-yak, but I'ma split your Kool-Aid pack bitch
I got my pistol close at hand, this for the REAL,
Real pussies in the can

Bridge One-Lil Wayne/Mr. Ivan>

The rhymes you are about to hear are true.
This some true shit.

Verse Two-B.G.>

Chuck fuckin' them niggas at niggggggggggght
They doin' bad and slangin' rhymes at the same time, ain't lyin'!
Now this nigga is a muthafuckin' dick beater
Heard at Corn(?) he was a muthafuckin' cheerleader
Fuckin' wit a B.G., best believe you will get served
I'ma leavin' ya muthafuckin' thinking cap on the curb
Chuck got some mail? 'cause oh yes, I'm comin' to get'cha
And if I don't get 20 G's I'ma split'cha,
I'm a murderer, server, nigga come try to test
Had to put'em to rest, no vest but one to the chest
But uh, you know you done fucked up don't cha?
Like Yella said, you mad 'cause Ca$h Money didn't want'cha
Let's move across that water strapped with that A.K.
They got some wannabe crips, wanna bang, go to L.A.
Now you can claim, the East, North, West, or South
Mystikal fool, you can pump this dick right in your mouth
Them niggas be rappin', very much trippin'
Talkin' all that nonsense, slippin' talkin' bout they be crippin'
But it's like this, watch out before you get bucked
I'm tellin' coward ass niggas to raise up, raise up, raise up

Third Verse-B.G.>

At first he was a cheerleader now he ain't that nigga to fuck wit
That goes to show you studio yeah that nigga buck quick
You duck sick when I catch'cha, you best to start to runnin',
'cause I'm comin', start duckin', 'cause I'm bustin', and pluckin'
Fuck it
Chuck, you big trick, you hoe bitch,
Puttin' stank hoes in apartments and shit
And ummm, them niggas who help you get the money you straight FUCK EM
When check time come, they gets nothin', you pluck em
And y'all hoes for lettin' him take it,
Hard rolled and fake it,
Niggas best to look like skatin'
Now back to this muthafuckin' Mystikal bitch
You wanna jump on a nigga like a morphodyke come jump on the dick
That's enough of this hoe shit on the real
If you don't spit 'G' shit with skillz you can't pay bills I make mils
I close the shop for them niggas wanna shine
Sign on my nine when I put it on your mind into your spine
Don't whine, niggas can't handle me not hard
I'm the bitch who came to fuck up the party
When I catch'cha I'ma kill ya don't worry,
This is another part of that fuckin' true story

4th Verse-B.G.>

Partners you bet not do no crime,
Get no time and go to JAIL
'cause in that two man cell, best believe you gone get NAILED
Mystikal you'z a hoe, it's time I Iet'cha know
Y'all ain't ready for Local five, got a boot camp fulla hoes
I'm gat totin', ready to leave your heart open
Bullets floatin', hot nine chambers smokin'
Uptown, ya bound to get y'all wig split
Y'all represent a 17th set that don't even exist
Now that's a shame, you reppin' just to get a name
You can't survive in this game 'cause you niggas lame
I'm ready to take it to some 'G' shit, street shit
Where caps get peeled, and wigs bound to get split
I'm off Valence, ain't no doubt this B.G. ain't real
I'm bout to hic hiccup some bullets out my fuckin' steel
Peel, make niggas kneel, bow down
From this clown that's gonna put you six in the ground.
It's time a nigga put Big Boy where the fuck they belong
Rollin' wit Tec-9 best believe it's on
Raise up, raise up, raise up, raise up, raise up

Letra True Story de B.g. en español (traducción)

Sr. Ivan>

En este momento tenemos youngsta a lil '
Lil 'Doogie, desde el BG'z
Haz What'cha tienes que hacer la melena
Diga What'cha Debo decir Wayne

Lil 'Wayne>
Las rimas que va a escuchar son verdaderas

Sr. Ivan>
Este poco de verdadera mierda.

Primer Verso-BG>

Shoulda te mató perras cuando escuchamos esa canción
Inclinado sobre, talkin 'bout sexto y baronesa
Cuando el maldito luces encendidas temprano en la mañana ",
Todo ese puto creepin '
Pissin 'en el set cuando un negro Dee, durmiendo
Coño culo
Usted sabe que no puede sobrevivir,
Usted fue creepin 'a través de ese tercero, debe no sabe que hacer o morir
Ahora que nigga en mi lista
Un P-Poppin 'perra no disresp
P-Poppin 'perra no disresp
P-Poppin ', P-Poppin', P-Poppin 'perra sin faltarle el respeto a la décima
Pero hay un coño en su cara y se puede chupar la polla y
Ridin y Slidin 'con todo lo que Workin' y twerkin '
No puede haber un 'G', 'causar una' G 'no hacia abajo jubón ingenio'
Esos negros siempre comin 'con esa jugada,
¿Quieres un poco de drama verdadero, ¿por qué no traer esa mierda nuestro camino?
Porque soy un bebé de gangsters a tal fu calle

Sólo entre todos podremos hacer de éste un sitio mejor :)

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