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

Forget what them 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

Forget these boys is talking bout, we wipe boys down
In Park on MLK, on Sunday we clown
From the streets of Antoine, to the hoods
From Mo 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, they mouth
I roll with 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 riding
I'm bread with Mike Jones, and Slim Thug the Boss
It's Paul Wall, representing Swishahouse
I'm with my boy Big Kaila, I don't bar no
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 speak for itself baby

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

Forget them boys is talking bout, I'm true-I'm true
You riding you gripping grain, I do-I do
You red you candy blue, you popping trunk you jamming Screw
Don't know 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 tell her I'm fine, and say true-true
Turn up the if you into, something color changing the rims do
Sound a train cause when I stop, they be like choo-choo-choo
And I'm thugging too homie, the heater kinda like Al 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 police come around, be pointing at you
Somebody mouth to mouth to this mic, after it melt
'Cause the only rapper out rapping me is me, myself
I hope you internet thugs, that will swear 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 King of the
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 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 about you, but I'm true-I'm

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

The definition of a pimp is (me), cause I doing shit for (free)
I got my own label now, if you ain't it's (Clover G's)
Now me and Will the scrill, we pulling up on chrome wheels
Nigga, your royalty check looking my phone bill
to capping picture snapping, paparazzi follow me
Yeah I'm I'll slap him, if he smoke up all my weed
I love to on dubs and Spre's, bitches leave the club with me
Snitches mean mugging me, make me bust my fucking heat
We popping trunks and blunts, that sticky-ickie (ooh-wee)
Last year I did a mill, now I'm to do (three)
I bring the heat on every track, it's five G's for bar
Just because I'm in a Porsche box, mean I like the spa
don't mean I like the car, you know I'm down to break your jaw
Just because I 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' Flipper and

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