Luyện nghe bài hát True

Forget what them boys is talking bout, I'm true-I'm
You riding swangs you gripping grain, I do
You candy red you candy blue, you 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 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

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
From Mo to Studewood, it's 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 with 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 Impalas
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 bar no hater
I'm on the grind for paper, I'll holla at ya
Forget what 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 blue, you popping trunk you jamming Screw
know about you, but I'm true-I'm true

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

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 cause when I stop, they be 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 crime and you snitch, the heater will snitch too
if the police come around, it'll be pointing at you
Somebody give mouth to mouth to this mic, it melt
'Cause the only rapper out rapping me is me, myself
I hope you thugs, that will swear that I ain't the tightest
Have cyber sex with Cita, until you catch a
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 that to the late great DJ Screw, rest in peace

Forget what them 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

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

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 Will chasing the scrill, we pulling up on chrome
Nigga, your royalty check looking my phone bill
Quick to capping picture snapping, 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, don't make me my fucking heat
We popping 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, don't mean I the spa
That don't mean I like the car, you I'm down to break your jaw
Just because I burn rubber, that mean I like the tar
We ghetto stars in every state, like and Bun we keep it trill
And if you ain't heard, it's Flipper and Chamill'

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