Testi:
A K A S The True Love Is Broke

no gasoline? it?s the price I pay for chasing dreams But I got a microphone and an amplifier Woah True love is broke Oh, they don?t know true love is broke

it euthanasia Dear Lord, look how sick this ghetto made us, sincerely yours I'm a thug, the product of a broken home Everybody's doped up, ni**a what

if it's on, nigga then we first to bomb Bust on these bitch-made niggaz hit 'em up, WESTSIDE Ain't nobody love me as a broke nigga Finger on the trigger

set my niggaz free It seems the whole world's after you, trying to sue The FED's trying to find a clue, just keep it true Just rolling with my real niggaz, that's

m adjustin' with a chick how you love that Flash 100 large make a bet where you scrubs at I'm the youngest in charge 26's them dubs wack They spinin 24

s the time Enter the evil opus, focus on rap scrambling Record labels to expect not reaction is bad gambling I know a few true that make we, collusion

right from the very start Pretendin theys the ones that true But pimp who is they foolin? (Not me or you) Fools confused, thinking we's on a decline Cus we kicks the P's

me is it true or false Say that you got it all Love the way you players ball Claimin that your mail is tall Tell me is it true or false Verse One: E-

G-A-N-G-S to the motherfuckin' A motherfucka I got my brother Cool B, my nigga Berm on the side ah me Dre house, my cousin K-Mud throwin' thug, S-P-V