Luyện nghe bài hát True

Forget 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 trunk you jamming
Don't know about you, but I'm true-I'm

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

Forget what these boys is bout, we wipe boys down
In South Park on MLK, on Sunday we
From the of Antoine, to the Homestead hoods
From Mo City to Studewood, all good
I'm riding on grey, with Z-Ro and Trae
Gon let the top down, a beautiful day
Haters jealous on the sidelines, they mouth
'Cause I roll with T.I.P., the king of the
Boys I'm Paid In Full, so they clocking my dollas
Me, Poppy, Joe and Fox all Impalas
I'm breaking bread with Mike Jones, and Slim Thug the
It's Wall, still representing Swishahouse
I'm with my boy Big Kaila, I don't bar no
I'm on the grind for paper, holla at ya later
Forget what they bout, I'm in love with my wealth
I ain't gotta say I'm true, cause true speak for baby

what them 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 you, but I'm true-I'm true

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 candy blue, you popping trunk you 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 her I'm fine, and she'll say true-true
Turn up the bang if you into, something color 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 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, the heater will snitch too
if the police come 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 with Cita, 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

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
Don't know about you, but 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 red you candy blue, you popping trunk you jamming Screw
know about you, but I'm true-I'm true

The definition of a pimp is (me), cause I doing shit for (free)
I got my own label now, if you heard it's (Clover G's)
Now me and Will chasing the scrill, we up on chrome wheels
Nigga, your royalty looking like my phone bill
Quick to capping 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, leave the club with me
Snitches mean mugging me, don't make me bust my fucking
We popping and smoking blunts, that sticky-ickie (ooh-wee)
Last year I did a mill, now I'm to do (three)
I bring the heat on every track, five G's for every bar
Just because I'm in a Porsche box, don't I like the spa
don't mean I like the car, you know I'm down to break your jaw
Just because I burn rubber, don't mean I like the tar
We stars in every state, like Pimp and Bun we keep it trill
And if you ain't heard, it's Lil' and Chamill'

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