Luyện nghe bài hát True

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

what them boys 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 about you, but I'm true-I'm true

Forget what these is talking bout, we wipe boys down
In South on MLK, on Sunday we clown
From the of Antoine, to the Homestead hoods
From Mo City to Studewood, all good
I'm riding on grey, with Z-Ro and Trae
Gon let the top down, a beautiful day
Haters on the sidelines, running they mouth
'Cause I roll with T.I.P., the king of the
Boys know I'm Paid In Full, so clocking my dollas
Me, Poppy, Joe and Fox all riding
I'm breaking with Mike Jones, and Slim Thug the Boss
It's Wall, still representing Swishahouse
I'm with my boy Big Kaila, I don't bar no
I'm on the grind for paper, I'll holla at ya
Forget what they talking bout, I'm in love my wealth
I ain't gotta say I'm true, true speak for itself baby

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

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 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 dime tell her I'm fine, and she'll say
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 every time you see me, it's gon be in her
If I do a crime and you snitch, the heater will snitch too
'Cause if the come around, it'll 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 you internet thugs, that will swear that I ain't 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 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 trunk you jamming
Don't about you, but I'm true-I'm true

Forget them 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 trunk you jamming
know about you, but I'm true-I'm true

The definition of a pimp is (me), cause I doing shit for (free)
I got my own now, if you ain't heard it's (Clover G's)
Now me and chasing the scrill, we pulling up on chrome wheels
Nigga, your royalty check looking like my bill
Quick to capping picture snapping, follow me
Yeah I'm platinum slap him, if he smoke up all my weed
I love to speed on dubs and Spre's, leave the club with me
mean mugging me, don't make me bust my fucking heat
We popping trunks and blunts, that sticky-ickie (ooh-wee)
year I did a mill, now I'm bout 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 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 it trill
And if you ain't heard, it's Lil' and Chamill'

Forget what them boys is talking bout, I'm true
You riding swangs you gripping grain, I do
You red you candy blue, you popping trunk you jamming Screw
Don't know about you, but I'm true