Luyện nghe bài hát True

Forget what them boys is talking bout, 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

Forget what them boys is talking bout, I'm true
You riding swangs you gripping grain, I do
You candy red you candy blue, you popping trunk you Screw
know about you, but I'm true-I'm true

Forget what these boys is talking bout, we wipe down
In South on MLK, on Sunday we clown
From the streets of Antoine, to the Homestead
From Mo City to Studewood, all good
I'm riding on platinum grey, 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 bread with Mike Jones, and Slim Thug the
It's Paul Wall, representing Swishahouse
I'm with my boy Big Kaila, I bar no hater
I'm on the grind for paper, I'll at ya later
Forget what they talking bout, I'm in with my wealth
I ain't 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 candy red you candy blue, you trunk you jamming Screw
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 popping trunk you jamming
Don't 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 bang if you into, something changing the rims do
Sound like a train cause when I stop, be like choo-choo-choo
And I'm thugging too homie, the heater kinda like Al Bundy's
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
'Cause if the police come around, 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, will swear that I ain't the tightest
cyber sex with Cita, until you catch a virus
Why is he saying this, to boys off
I officially myself, the rap King of the South
The say I'm the of all time, and I say who and they say you
And I say naw, that title to the late great DJ Screw, rest in peace

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
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 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

The definition of a pimp is (me), cause I doing shit for (free)
I got my own label now, if you heard it's (Clover G's)
Now me and Will chasing the scrill, we pulling up on chrome
Nigga, your check looking like my phone bill
to capping picture snapping, paparazzi follow me
Yeah I'm platinum I'll slap him, if he smoke up all my
I love to speed on dubs and Spre's, bitches 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 heat on every track, it's five G's for bar
Just 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 every state, like and Bun we keep it trill
And if you heard, it's Lil' Flipper and Chamill'

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