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

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 know you, but I'm true-I'm true

Forget what these boys is talking bout, we wipe down
In South Park on MLK, on Sunday we
the streets 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
jealous on the sidelines, running 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 Mike Jones, and Slim 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, I'll at ya later
Forget 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 swangs you gripping grain, 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 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 you jamming Screw
Don't know you, but I'm true-I'm true

They say I'm the greatest of all time, and I say who and 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 thugging too homie, the heater kinda like Al Bundy's
Believe me every time you see me, gon be in her pants
If I do a and you snitch, homie the heater will snitch too
'Cause if the police come around, it'll be at you
Somebody give mouth to to this mic, after it melt
'Cause the only rapper out rapping me is me, after
I hope you internet thugs, that swear that I ain't the tightest
Have sex with Cita, until you catch a virus
Why is he saying this, to piss 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 great DJ Screw, rest in

what 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 about you, but I'm true

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

The definition of a pimp is (me), cause I ain't shit for (free)
I got my own label now, if you ain't heard (Clover G's)
Now me and Will chasing the scrill, we pulling up on wheels
Nigga, your royalty check looking like my bill
Quick to capping picture snapping, follow me
I'm platinum I'll slap him, if he smoke up all my weed
I love to speed on and Spre's, bitches leave the club with me
Snitches mugging me, don't make me bust my fucking heat
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 heat on every track, 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
Just because I rubber, that don't mean I like the tar
We ghetto stars in every state, like and Bun we keep it trill
And if you ain't heard, it's Lil' and Chamill'

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