Luyện nghe bài hát True

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

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

Forget what these boys is talking bout, we boys down
In South Park on MLK, on we clown
From the streets of Antoine, to the hoods
From Mo to Studewood, it's all good
I'm on platinum grey, with Z-Ro and Trae
Gon let the top down, a beautiful day
Haters jealous on the sidelines, they mouth
'Cause I roll with T.I.P., the king of the
know I'm Paid In Full, so they clocking my dollas
Me, Poppy, Joe and Fox all riding
I'm breaking bread with Mike Jones, and Thug 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, I'll at ya later
Forget they talking bout, I'm in love with my wealth
I ain't gotta say I'm true, cause true speak for itself

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 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 candy blue, you popping you jamming Screw
know 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 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, be like choo-choo-choo
And I'm thugging too homie, the heater 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 will snitch too
'Cause if the come around, it'll be pointing at you
Somebody give mouth to mouth to mic, after it melt
the only rapper out rapping me is me, after myself
I hope you internet thugs, that will that I ain't the tightest
Have sex with Cita, until you catch a virus
Why is he saying this, to boys off
I claim 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, give that title to the late great DJ Screw, in peace

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
Don't know you, but I'm true-I'm 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 blue, you popping trunk you jamming Screw
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 royalty looking like my phone bill
Quick to capping picture snapping, follow me
I'm platinum I'll slap him, if he smoke up all my weed
I love to speed on and Spre's, bitches leave the club with me
mean mugging me, don't make me bust my fucking heat
We popping trunks and smoking blunts, sticky-ickie (ooh-wee)
year I did a mill, now I'm bout to do (three)
I bring the heat on every track, five 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 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 Lil' 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 Screw
Don't know about you, but I'm true-I'm