Luyện nghe bài hát True

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

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

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

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 you jamming Screw
Don't about you, but I'm true-I'm 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 trunk you jamming Screw
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 say true-true
Turn up the bang if you into, something color changing the do
Sound like a train cause I stop, they be like choo-choo-choo
And I'm thugging too homie, the kinda like Al Bundy's hand
Believe me every you see me, it's gon be in her pants
If I do a crime and you snitch, homie the will snitch too
'Cause if the come around, it'll be pointing at you
Somebody give mouth to mouth to mic, after it melt
'Cause the rapper out rapping me is me, after myself
I hope you internet thugs, that will that I ain't the tightest
Have sex with Cita, until you catch a virus
Why is he this, to piss boys 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 great DJ Screw, rest in peace

what them boys is talking bout, I'm true-I'm true
You swangs you gripping grain, I do-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 them boys is bout, I'm true-I'm true
You riding swangs you 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

The definition of a pimp is (me), cause I ain't 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 up on chrome wheels
Nigga, your royalty looking like my phone bill
to capping picture snapping, paparazzi follow me
Yeah I'm platinum I'll slap him, if he up all my weed
I love to on dubs and Spre's, bitches leave the club with me
Snitches mean mugging me, don't me bust my fucking heat
We popping trunks and smoking blunts, that (ooh-wee)
Last year I did a mill, now I'm 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 don't mean I like the car, you know I'm down to break 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 Flipper and Chamill'

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