Luyện nghe bài hát 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 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 swangs you gripping 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 these is talking bout, we wipe boys down
In South Park on MLK, on we clown
From the streets of Antoine, to the hoods
From Mo City to Studewood, it's all
I'm riding on grey, with 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 king of the
Boys know I'm Paid In Full, so they clocking my
Me, Poppy, Joe and Fox all Impalas
I'm breaking with Mike Jones, and Slim Thug the Boss
Paul Wall, still representing Swishahouse
I'm with my boy Big Kaila, I bar no hater
I'm on the grind for paper, I'll holla at ya
Forget what they talking bout, I'm in with my wealth
I ain't gotta say I'm true, cause true speak for itself

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

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

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, something color changing the do
Sound a train cause when I stop, they be like choo-choo-choo
And I'm thugging too homie, the kinda like Al Bundy's hand
Believe me every 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 rapper out rapping me is me, after myself
I hope you internet thugs, that will that I ain't the tightest
Have cyber sex with Cita, you catch a virus
Why is he saying this, to piss 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 boys is talking bout, I'm true-I'm
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

Forget what them 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 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 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
Quick to capping picture snapping, 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 leave the club me
Snitches mean mugging me, don't make me my fucking heat
We popping trunks and smoking blunts, that (ooh-wee)
year I did a mill, now I'm bout to do (three)
I the heat on every track, it's 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 like the car, you I'm down to break your jaw
Just I burn rubber, that don't mean I like the tar
We stars in every state, like Pimp and Bun we keep it trill
And if you ain't heard, it's Lil' Flipper and

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