Luyện nghe bài hát True

Forget what them boys is talking bout, 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 know about you, but I'm true-I'm

Forget what them boys is bout, I'm true-I'm true
You riding swangs you grain, I do-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, we wipe boys down
In South Park on MLK, on we clown
From the of Antoine, to the Homestead hoods
Mo City to Studewood, it's all good
I'm riding on platinum grey, Z-Ro and Trae
Gon let the top down, a beautiful day
Haters jealous on the sidelines, running they
'Cause I roll with T.I.P., the of the South
know I'm Paid In Full, so they clocking my dollas
Me, Poppy, Joe and Fox all Impalas
I'm breaking bread with Mike Jones, and Slim the Boss
Paul Wall, still representing Swishahouse
I'm with my boy Big Kaila, I don't bar no
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 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 about you, but I'm true-I'm true

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

They say I'm the of all time, and I say who and they say you
If she's a dime her I'm fine, and she'll say true-true
Turn up the bang if you into, something color 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
Believe me time you see me, it's gon be in her pants
If I do a crime and you snitch, homie the heater will too
'Cause if the police come around, be pointing at you
Somebody give mouth to mouth to this mic, after it
'Cause the only out rapping me is me, after myself
I hope you thugs, that will swear that I ain't the tightest
Have cyber sex with Cita, you catch a virus
Why is he this, to piss boys 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 title to the late great DJ Screw, rest in

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

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 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 label now, if you ain't it's (Clover G's)
Now me and Will chasing the scrill, we up on chrome wheels
Nigga, your royalty check looking my phone bill
Quick to capping snapping, paparazzi follow me
Yeah I'm I'll slap him, if he smoke up all my weed
I love to speed on dubs and Spre's, bitches the club with me
Snitches mean mugging me, make me bust my fucking heat
We trunks 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
because 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 to break your jaw
Just I burn rubber, that don't 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 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