Luyện nghe bài hát True

Forget what them boys is talking bout, 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 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
know about you, but I'm true-I'm true

Forget what these boys is talking bout, we wipe boys
In South Park on MLK, on Sunday we
the streets of Antoine, to the Homestead hoods
From Mo to Studewood, it's all good
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 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 for paper, I'll holla at ya later
Forget what they bout, I'm in love with my wealth
I ain't gotta say I'm true, cause true speak for itself

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 about you, but I'm true

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

say I'm the greatest of all time, and I say who and they say you
If a dime tell her I'm fine, and she'll say true-true
up the bang if you into, something color changing the rims do
Sound like a train cause when I stop, be like choo-choo-choo
And I'm thugging too homie, the heater kinda Al Bundy's hand
me every time 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 to mouth to this mic, after it melt
'Cause the only rapper out rapping me is me, myself
I hope you internet thugs, that will swear that I ain't the
Have cyber sex with Cita, until you catch a
Why is he saying this, to piss 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 late great DJ Screw, rest in

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

The definition of a pimp is (me), I ain't doing shit for (free)
I got my own label now, if you ain't it's (Clover G's)
Now me and chasing the scrill, we pulling up on chrome wheels
Nigga, your royalty looking like my phone bill
Quick to capping snapping, paparazzi follow me
Yeah I'm platinum slap him, if he smoke up all my weed
I to speed on dubs and Spre's, bitches leave the club with me
Snitches mean mugging me, don't make me bust my fucking
We popping trunks and 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 five G's for bar
Just because I'm in a Porsche box, mean I like the spa
That mean 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 in every state, like Pimp and Bun we keep it trill
And if you ain't heard, it's Lil' Flipper and

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