Luyện nghe bài hát True

Forget what them is talking bout, I'm true-I'm true
You riding you gripping grain, I do-I do
You candy red you candy blue, you popping you jamming Screw
Don't know about you, but I'm true-I'm

Forget what them is talking bout, I'm true-I'm true
You riding swangs you gripping grain, I do
You red you candy blue, you popping trunk you jamming Screw
Don't about you, but I'm true-I'm true

Forget what these boys is talking bout, we boys down
In South Park on MLK, on we clown
the streets of Antoine, to the Homestead hoods
From Mo to Studewood, it's all good
I'm riding on platinum grey, with and Trae
Gon let the top down, it's a day
Haters on the sidelines, running they mouth
I roll with T.I.P., the king of the South
Boys know I'm Paid In Full, so clocking my dollas
Me, Poppy, Joe and Fox all riding
I'm breaking with Mike Jones, and Slim Thug the Boss
It's Paul Wall, still representing
I'm my boy Big Kaila, I don't bar no hater
I'm on the grind for paper, I'll at ya later
what they talking bout, I'm in love with my wealth
I ain't gotta say I'm true, cause speak for itself baby

what them boys is talking bout, I'm true-I'm true
You riding swangs you grain, I do-I do
You candy red you candy blue, you trunk you jamming Screw
know about you, but I'm true-I'm true

Forget what them is talking bout, I'm true-I'm true
You swangs you gripping grain, I do-I do
You candy red you blue, you popping trunk you jamming Screw
know about you, but I'm true-I'm true

They say I'm the of all time, and I say who and they say you
If she's a dime tell her I'm fine, and she'll say
Turn up the if you into, something color changing the rims do
Sound like a train when I stop, they be like choo-choo-choo
And I'm thugging too homie, the heater kinda like Al Bundy's
Believe me every time you see me, it's gon be in her
If I do a and you snitch, homie the heater will snitch too
'Cause if the police around, it'll be pointing at you
Somebody give mouth to mouth to this mic, it melt
'Cause the only rapper out rapping me is me, myself
I hope you internet thugs, that will swear that I ain't the
Have cyber sex with Cita, until you a virus
Why is he saying this, to piss off
I officially myself, the rap King of the South
The say I'm the greatest of all time, and I say who and say you
And I say naw, that title to the late great DJ Screw, rest in peace

Forget what them boys is bout, I'm true-I'm true
You riding swangs you gripping grain, I do
You red you candy blue, you popping trunk you jamming Screw
know about you, but I'm true-I'm true

Forget what them is talking bout, I'm true-I'm true
You riding swangs you grain, I do-I do
You red you candy blue, you popping trunk you jamming Screw
Don't know you, but I'm true-I'm true

The definition of a is (me), cause I ain't doing shit for (free)
I got my own label now, if you ain't it's (Clover G's)
Now me and Will the scrill, we pulling up on chrome wheels
Nigga, royalty check looking like my phone bill
Quick to capping snapping, paparazzi follow me
Yeah I'm platinum I'll slap him, if he smoke up all my
I love to speed on dubs and Spre's, bitches leave the club me
Snitches mean mugging me, don't make me my fucking heat
We popping trunks and smoking blunts, that (ooh-wee)
year I did a mill, now I'm bout to do (three)
I bring the heat on every track, five G's for every bar
because I'm in a Porsche box, don't mean I like the spa
That don't mean I like the car, you I'm down to break your jaw
Just because I rubber, that don't mean I like the tar
We ghetto stars in every state, Pimp and Bun we keep it trill
And if you ain't heard, it's Lil' Flipper and

Forget what them boys is talking bout, I'm true-I'm
You riding you gripping grain, I do-I do
You candy red you candy blue, you popping trunk you jamming
Don't about you, but I'm true-I'm true