Luyện nghe bài hát True

Forget what boys is talking bout, I'm true-I'm true
You riding swangs you grain, I do-I do
You red you candy 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 riding 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 these boys is bout, we wipe boys down
In South on MLK, on Sunday we clown
From the streets of Antoine, to the hoods
From Mo City to Studewood, it's all
I'm on platinum grey, with Z-Ro and Trae
Gon let the top down, a beautiful 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 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 ain't gotta say I'm true, cause speak for itself baby

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 candy blue, you trunk you jamming Screw
know about you, but I'm true-I'm true

Forget 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 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 tell her I'm fine, and she'll say true-true
Turn up the bang if you into, something color changing the do
Sound like a train cause when I stop, be like choo-choo-choo
And I'm thugging too homie, the heater kinda like Al hand
Believe me time you see me, it's gon be in her pants
If I do a crime and you snitch, the heater will snitch too
'Cause if the police come around, be pointing at you
Somebody give mouth to mouth to this mic, it melt
the only rapper out rapping me is me, after myself
I hope you internet thugs, that will swear that I the tightest
Have cyber sex with Cita, until you catch a
Why is he this, to piss 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 to the late great DJ Screw, rest in peace

Forget what them boys is talking bout, 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 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 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

The definition of a 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 the scrill, we pulling up on chrome wheels
Nigga, your check looking like my phone bill
Quick to capping 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 leave the with me
Snitches mugging me, don't make 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 on every track, it's five G's for every bar
Just because I'm in a Porsche box, mean I like the spa
don't mean I like the car, you know I'm down to break your jaw
Just because I rubber, that don't mean I like the tar
We ghetto stars in every state, like Pimp and Bun we keep it
And if you ain't heard, it's Flipper and Chamill'

Forget them boys 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