Luyện nghe bài hát I'm True

lizard-lizard-lizard, uh
It's the king koopa, chamillionaire
The color changing lizard, the mixtape
Please for the ghetto national anthem, let's go

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

[paul
Forget these boys is talking bout, we wipe boys down
In park on mlk, on sunday we clown
From the of antoine, to the homestead hoods
From mo to studewood, it's all good
I'm on platinum grey, with z-ro and trae
Gon let the top down, a beautiful day
Haters on the sidelines, running they mouth
I roll with t.i.p., the king of the south
Boys I'm paid in full, so they clocking my dollas
Me, poppy, joe and fox all riding
I'm breaking bread with mike jones, and thug the boss
It's wall, still representing swishahouse
I'm my boy big kaila, I don't bar no hater
I'm on the grind for paper, holla at ya later
Forget what talking bout, I'm in love with my wealth
I ain't say I'm true, cause true speak for itself baby

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

They say I'm the of all time, and I say who and they say you
If she's a dime her I'm fine, and she'll say true-true
Turn up the bang if you into, something color changing the do
Sound like a train cause when I stop, they be like
And I'm thugging too homie, the heater kinda like al hand
Believe me everytime you see me, it's gon be in her
if I do a
Crime and you snitch, homie the heater will too
Cause if the come around, it'll be pointing at you
Somebody give mouth to mouth to mic, after it melt
Cause the only out rapping me is me, after myself
I hope you internet thugs, that will swear I ain't the tightest
Have sex with cita, until you catch a virus
Why is he saying this, to piss off
I claim 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, give that title to the late dj screw, rest in peace

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

[lil'
The of a pimp 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 chasing the scrill, we pulling up on wheels
Nigga, royalty check looking like my phone bill
Quick to picture snapping, paparazzi follow me
Yeah I'm platinum slap him, if he smoke up all my weed
I love to speed on dubs and spre's, bitches the club with me
mean mugging me, don't make me bust my fucking heat
We popping trunks and smoking blunts, sticky-ickie (ooh-wee)
Last I did a mill, now I'm bout to do (three)
I bring the on every track, it's five g's for every bar
Just because I'm in a porsche box, don't I like the spa
That mean I like the car, you know I'm down to break your jaw
Just because I burn rubber, that don't I like the tar
We ghetto in every state, like pimp and bun we keep it trill
And if you ain't heard, it's flipper and chamill'

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