Luyện nghe bài hát I'm True

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

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Forget what 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 popping trunk you screw
Don't know about you, but I'm true

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Forget what these is talking bout, we wipe boys down
In south park on mlk, on we clown
From the of antoine, to the homestead hoods
mo city to studewood, it's all good
I'm riding on grey, with z-ro and trae
Gon let the top down, it's a day
Haters jealous on the sidelines, running mouth
Cause I with t.i.p., the king of the south
Boys know I'm paid in full, so they clocking my
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 with my boy big kaila, I bar no hater
I'm on the grind for paper, holla at ya later
what they talking bout, I'm in love with my wealth
I ain't gotta say I'm true, cause true speak for baby

- 2x]
Forget 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 popping trunk you jamming
Don't 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 bang if you into, something changing the rims do
Sound like a train when I stop, they be like choo-choo-choo
And I'm too homie, the heater kinda like al bundy's hand
Believe me everytime 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 rapper out rapping me is me, after myself
I hope you internet thugs, that will swear that I ain't the
Have cyber sex cita, until you catch a virus
Why is he this, to piss boys off
I officially myself, the rap king of the south
The say I'm the of all time, and I say who and they say you
And I say naw, give title to the late great dj screw, rest in peace

- 2x]
Forget what boys 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 know about you, but I'm true

[lil'
The definition of a pimp is (me), I ain't doing shit for (free)
I got my own now, if you ain't heard it's (clover g's)
Now me and will the scrill, we pulling up on chrome wheels
Nigga, your royalty check like my phone bill
Quick to picture snapping, paparazzi follow me
Yeah I'm platinum I'll him, if he smoke up all my weed
I love to speed on dubs and spre's, leave the club with me
Snitches mean me, don't make me bust my fucking heat
We popping trunks and blunts, that sticky-ickie (ooh-wee)
year 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 I'm in a porsche box, don't mean I like the spa
That don't mean I like the car, you know I'm down to break jaw
because I burn rubber, that don't mean I like the tar
We ghetto stars in state, like pimp and bun we keep it trill
And if you ain't heard, lil' flipper and chamill'

Forget them boys 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 trunk you screw
Don't about you, but I'm true-i'm true