Luyện nghe bài hát 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 blue, you popping trunk you jamming Screw
Don't about 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 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 on MLK, on Sunday we clown
From the streets of Antoine, to the Homestead
Mo City to Studewood, it's all good
I'm riding on platinum grey, with 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 know I'm Paid In Full, so they clocking my
Me, Poppy, Joe and Fox all riding
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 bar no hater
I'm on the grind for paper, I'll holla at ya
Forget what they talking bout, I'm in love my wealth
I ain't say I'm true, cause true speak for itself baby

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 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 candy blue, you popping trunk you jamming
Don't know about you, but 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
up the bang if you into, something 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 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, homie the will snitch too
'Cause if the police around, it'll be pointing at you
Somebody mouth to mouth to this mic, after it melt
'Cause the rapper out rapping me is me, after myself
I hope you internet thugs, that will swear that I the tightest
Have cyber sex 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 title to the late great DJ Screw, rest in peace

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

what 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 popping trunk you Screw
Don't know about you, but 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 pulling up on wheels
Nigga, your check looking like my phone bill
Quick to capping picture snapping, paparazzi me
Yeah I'm platinum I'll him, if he smoke up all my weed
I love to speed on dubs and Spre's, bitches leave the club me
Snitches mean mugging me, don't make me bust my heat
We popping trunks and smoking blunts, 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
That don't mean I like the car, you know I'm to break your jaw
Just because I burn rubber, that mean I like the tar
We ghetto in every state, like Pimp and Bun we keep it trill
And if you ain't heard, it's Lil' Flipper and

Forget what them 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