Luyện nghe bài hát True

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

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 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 we clown
From the streets of Antoine, to the Homestead
From Mo City to Studewood, all good
I'm on platinum grey, with Z-Ro and Trae
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 they my dollas
Me, Poppy, Joe and Fox all riding
I'm bread with Mike Jones, and Slim Thug the Boss
It's Paul Wall, still 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 talking bout, I'm in love with my wealth
I ain't say I'm true, cause true speak for itself baby

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

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
up the bang if you into, something color changing the rims do
Sound like a train cause I stop, they be like choo-choo-choo
And I'm thugging too homie, the heater kinda like Al hand
Believe me every time you see me, 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 to this mic, after it melt
the only rapper out rapping me is me, after myself
I hope you internet thugs, that will swear I ain't the tightest
Have sex with Cita, until you catch a virus
Why is he saying this, to piss off
I officially claim myself, the rap King of the
The say I'm the of all time, and I say who and they say you
And I say naw, give title to the late great DJ Screw, rest in peace

Forget what boys is talking bout, I'm true-I'm true
You riding swangs you gripping grain, I do
You candy red you candy blue, you popping 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 gripping grain, I do
You candy red you candy blue, you popping trunk you jamming
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 heard (Clover G's)
Now me and Will chasing the scrill, we pulling up on chrome
Nigga, royalty check looking like my phone bill
to capping picture snapping, paparazzi follow me
Yeah I'm platinum I'll slap him, if he up all my weed
I love to speed on dubs and Spre's, bitches the club with me
Snitches mean me, don't make me bust my fucking heat
We popping 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
Just because I'm in a Porsche box, don't mean I the spa
That don't mean I the car, you know I'm down to break your jaw
Just because I burn rubber, that don't mean I the tar
We ghetto stars in every state, Pimp and Bun we keep it trill
And if you ain't heard, it's Lil' Flipper and

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