Luyện nghe bài hát 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

Forget what them boys is talking bout, 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

Forget what boys is talking bout, we wipe boys down
In South on MLK, on Sunday we clown
From the streets of Antoine, to the Homestead
From Mo City to Studewood, it's all
I'm riding on grey, with Z-Ro and Trae
Gon let the top down, it's a day
Haters jealous on the sidelines, running they
I roll with T.I.P., the king of the South
Boys know I'm Paid In Full, so 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 my boy Big Kaila, I don't bar no hater
I'm on the grind for paper, holla at ya later
Forget what they talking bout, I'm in with my wealth
I ain't gotta say I'm true, cause true for itself baby

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 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 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

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, color changing 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 like Al hand
me every time you see me, it's gon be in her pants
If I do a crime and you snitch, homie the heater will too
'Cause if the police around, it'll be pointing at you
Somebody mouth to mouth to this mic, after it melt
the only rapper out rapping me is me, after myself
I hope you internet thugs, that swear that I ain't the tightest
Have cyber sex Cita, until you catch a virus
Why is he saying this, to boys off
I claim 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 late great DJ Screw, 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 you, but I'm true-I'm true

Forget what 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 popping trunk you Screw
Don't know you, but I'm true-I'm true

The of a pimp is (me), cause I ain't doing 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 up on chrome wheels
Nigga, your royalty looking like my phone bill
Quick to capping snapping, paparazzi follow me
Yeah I'm platinum I'll slap him, if he smoke up all my
I love to speed on dubs and Spre's, leave the club with me
Snitches mean mugging me, don't me bust my fucking heat
We trunks and smoking blunts, that sticky-ickie (ooh-wee)
year I did a mill, now I'm bout to do (three)
I bring the heat on every track, it's G's for every bar
Just because I'm in a Porsche box, mean I like the spa
That don't I like the car, you know I'm down to break your jaw
Just because I burn rubber, that don't 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 them boys is 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 about you, but I'm true-I'm