Luyện nghe bài hát True

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

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

Forget what these boys is bout, we wipe boys down
In South Park on MLK, on Sunday we
the streets of Antoine, to the Homestead hoods
From Mo to Studewood, it's all good
I'm on platinum grey, with Z-Ro and Trae
Gon let the top down, it's a day
Haters jealous on the sidelines, they mouth
'Cause I roll with T.I.P., the of the South
Boys know I'm In Full, so they clocking my dollas
Me, Poppy, Joe and Fox all Impalas
I'm breaking bread with Mike Jones, and Slim Thug the
Paul Wall, still 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
what 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 grain, I do-I do
You candy red you candy blue, you popping 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 swangs you gripping grain, I do
You candy red you blue, you popping trunk you jamming Screw
Don't 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 a dime tell her I'm fine, and she'll say true-true
Turn up the bang if you into, color changing the rims do
Sound like a train cause when I stop, they be like
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 and you snitch, homie the heater will snitch too
'Cause if the police come around, be pointing at you
Somebody give mouth to to this mic, after it melt
'Cause the only rapper out rapping me is me, myself
I hope you thugs, that will 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 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 DJ Screw, rest in peace

what them 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 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 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

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 chrome
Nigga, your royalty check looking like my bill
Quick to capping snapping, paparazzi follow me
Yeah I'm platinum I'll him, if he smoke up all my weed
I love to speed on dubs and Spre's, bitches leave the with me
mean mugging me, don't make me bust my fucking heat
We popping trunks and smoking blunts, 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 I like 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 state, like Pimp and Bun we keep it trill
And if you ain't heard, it's Lil' and Chamill'

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