Luyện nghe bài hát True

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

Forget what boys is talking bout, we wipe boys down
In South Park on MLK, on Sunday we
the streets of Antoine, to the Homestead hoods
From Mo City to Studewood, all good
I'm on platinum grey, with Z-Ro and Trae
Gon let the top down, it's a day
Haters on the sidelines, running they mouth
'Cause I roll 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 the Boss
It's Paul Wall, still representing
I'm my boy Big Kaila, I don't bar no hater
I'm on the grind for paper, holla at ya later
Forget they talking bout, I'm in love with my wealth
I ain't gotta say I'm true, cause true for itself baby

Forget what 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

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

say I'm the greatest 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
Turn up the bang if you into, something color changing the do
Sound like a train when 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 crime and you snitch, homie the heater will too
'Cause if the police around, it'll be pointing at you
Somebody give mouth to to this mic, after it melt
'Cause the rapper out rapping me is me, after myself
I hope you internet thugs, that swear that I ain't the tightest
Have cyber sex with Cita, until you a virus
Why is he saying this, to boys 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, that title to the late great DJ Screw, rest in peace

Forget what them boys is talking bout, 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 them 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 is (me), cause I ain't doing shit for (free)
I got my own now, if you ain't heard it's (Clover G's)
Now me and Will chasing the scrill, we pulling up on wheels
Nigga, your royalty check looking like my bill
Quick to capping picture snapping, paparazzi me
Yeah I'm I'll slap him, if he smoke up all my weed
I love to speed on dubs and Spre's, leave the club with me
Snitches mean mugging me, don't make me my fucking heat
We popping trunks and blunts, that sticky-ickie (ooh-wee)
Last 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 I like 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 state, like Pimp and Bun we keep it trill
And if you ain't heard, it's Flipper and Chamill'

Forget them 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