Luyện nghe bài hát 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 them is talking bout, I'm true-I'm true
You riding swangs you 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 these boys is talking bout, we wipe down
In South 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, with Z-Ro and
Gon let the top down, a beautiful day
Haters 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 clocking my dollas
Me, Poppy, Joe and Fox all riding
I'm breaking bread Mike Jones, and Slim Thug the Boss
Paul 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
what they talking bout, I'm in love with my wealth
I gotta say I'm true, cause true speak for itself baby

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

Forget what 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
know about you, but I'm true-I'm true

They say I'm the greatest of all time, and I say who and 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 cause when I stop, they be like choo-choo-choo
And I'm too homie, the heater kinda like Al Bundy's hand
me every 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 come around, it'll be at you
Somebody give mouth to mouth to mic, after it melt
the only rapper out rapping me is me, after myself
I hope you internet thugs, will swear that I ain't 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 greatest of all time, and I say who and say you
And I say naw, that title to the late great DJ Screw, rest in peace

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

The definition of a pimp is (me), cause I ain't shit for (free)
I got my own label now, if you ain't it's (Clover G's)
Now me and Will chasing the scrill, we pulling up on wheels
Nigga, your royalty check like my phone bill
Quick to picture snapping, paparazzi follow me
Yeah I'm I'll slap him, if he smoke up all my weed
I love to on dubs and Spre's, bitches leave the club with me
Snitches mean mugging me, make me bust my fucking 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
because I'm in a Porsche box, don't mean I like the spa
That don't mean I like the car, you know I'm down to break jaw
Just because I burn rubber, that don't mean I the tar
We ghetto stars in state, like Pimp and Bun we keep it trill
And if you ain't heard, it's Lil' 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
know about you, but I'm true-I'm true