Luyện nghe bài hát True

Forget what 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

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

Forget what boys is talking bout, we wipe boys down
In Park on MLK, on Sunday we clown
the streets of Antoine, to the Homestead hoods
From Mo City to Studewood, all good
I'm riding on platinum grey, Z-Ro and Trae
Gon let the top down, it's a day
Haters jealous on the sidelines, they mouth
'Cause I with 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 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 true speak for baby

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

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 trunk you jamming
know about 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 a dime tell her I'm fine, and she'll say true-true
Turn up the if you into, something color changing the rims do
Sound like a train cause when I stop, they be like
And I'm too homie, the heater kinda like Al Bundy's hand
Believe me time you see me, it's gon be in her pants
If I do a and you snitch, homie the heater will snitch too
'Cause if the police around, it'll be pointing at you
Somebody give mouth to mouth to mic, after it melt
'Cause the only rapper out rapping me is me, myself
I hope you internet thugs, that will swear that I the tightest
Have cyber sex with Cita, until you a virus
Why is he saying this, to piss off
I officially claim myself, the rap 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, in peace

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 jamming
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 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 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, royalty check looking like my phone bill
Quick to picture snapping, paparazzi follow me
Yeah I'm platinum I'll slap him, if he up all my weed
I love to speed on and Spre's, bitches leave the club with me
Snitches mean mugging me, make me bust my fucking heat
We trunks and smoking blunts, that sticky-ickie (ooh-wee)
Last year I did a mill, now I'm to do (three)
I bring the heat on every track, it's G's for every bar
because I'm in a Porsche box, don't mean I like the spa
That don't mean I like the car, you I'm down to break your jaw
because I burn 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 heard, it's Lil' Flipper and Chamill'

Forget them 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 about you, but I'm true-I'm true