Luyện nghe bài hát True

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

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 you jamming Screw
Don't know you, but I'm true-I'm true

what these boys is talking bout, we wipe boys down
In South Park on MLK, on we clown
From the of Antoine, to the Homestead hoods
From Mo City to Studewood, all good
I'm on platinum grey, with Z-Ro and Trae
Gon let the top down, it's a day
Haters jealous on the sidelines, they mouth
'Cause I roll 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 Impalas
I'm breaking bread with Jones, and Slim Thug the Boss
Paul Wall, still representing Swishahouse
I'm with my boy Big Kaila, I don't bar no
I'm on the for paper, I'll holla at ya later
Forget what they bout, I'm in love with my wealth
I ain't gotta say I'm true, cause speak for itself baby

Forget what them boys is 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
know about you, but I'm true-I'm true

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 trunk you jamming Screw
Don't know 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 color changing the do
Sound like a train cause when I stop, they be like
And I'm too homie, the heater kinda like Al Bundy's hand
Believe me every time 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 police come around, it'll be at you
Somebody mouth to mouth to this mic, after it melt
'Cause the only 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 saying this, to 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 that title to the great DJ Screw, rest in peace

Forget what them boys is talking bout, I'm true
You riding you gripping 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

what them boys 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 know about you, but I'm true

The definition of a pimp is (me), cause I 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 looking my phone bill
to capping picture snapping, paparazzi follow me
Yeah I'm platinum I'll him, if he smoke up all my weed
I love to on dubs and Spre's, bitches leave the club with me
Snitches mean mugging me, don't make me bust my fucking
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 I'm in a Porsche box, don't mean 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 mean I the tar
We ghetto stars in state, like 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 swangs you grain, I do-I do
You candy red you blue, you popping trunk you jamming Screw
Don't know about you, but I'm true