Luyện nghe bài hát True

Forget what them boys is talking bout, I'm true-I'm
You swangs 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

Forget 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 about you, but I'm true

Forget what boys is talking bout, we wipe boys down
In South Park on MLK, on Sunday we
From the of Antoine, to the Homestead hoods
From Mo to Studewood, it's 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 with T.I.P., the king of the South
Boys know I'm In Full, so they clocking my dollas
Me, Poppy, Joe and Fox all riding
I'm breaking bread with Mike Jones, and Slim Thug the
It's Paul Wall, still Swishahouse
I'm with my boy Big Kaila, I don't bar no
I'm on the grind for paper, I'll at ya later
what they 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 know you, but I'm true-I'm true

Forget what boys is talking bout, I'm true-I'm true
You swangs you gripping 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

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, color changing the rims do
Sound like a train cause I stop, they be like choo-choo-choo
And I'm too homie, the heater 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 heater snitch too
'Cause if the police come around, it'll be at you
Somebody give to mouth to this mic, after it melt
'Cause the only rapper out 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 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 is talking bout, I'm true-I'm true
You swangs you gripping 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

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

The definition of a pimp is (me), I ain't 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 check looking like my bill
Quick to picture snapping, paparazzi follow me
I'm platinum I'll slap him, if he smoke up all my weed
I love to speed on dubs and Spre's, bitches 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)
Last I did a mill, now I'm bout to do (three)
I bring the heat on every track, it's five G's for bar
Just because I'm in a Porsche box, don't mean I the spa
That mean I like the car, you know I'm down to break your jaw
Just because I burn rubber, that mean I like the tar
We ghetto stars in every state, like and Bun we keep it trill
And if you ain't heard, Lil' Flipper and Chamill'

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