Luyện nghe bài hát True

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

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

Forget what these boys is bout, we wipe boys down
In South on MLK, on Sunday we clown
From the of Antoine, to the Homestead hoods
From Mo City to Studewood, it's all
I'm riding on grey, with Z-Ro and Trae
Gon let the top down, it's a day
jealous on the sidelines, running they mouth
'Cause I with T.I.P., the king of the South
Boys know I'm Paid In Full, so they clocking my
Me, Poppy, Joe and Fox all riding
I'm breaking bread with Mike Jones, and Slim Thug the
It's Paul Wall, still Swishahouse
I'm with my boy Big Kaila, I bar no hater
I'm on the grind for paper, holla at ya later
Forget what they bout, I'm in love with my wealth
I gotta say I'm true, cause true speak for itself baby

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

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

say I'm the greatest 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 bang if you into, something color changing the do
Sound like a train cause I stop, they be like choo-choo-choo
And I'm thugging too homie, the heater 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 snitch too
'Cause if the come around, it'll 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 swear that I ain't the tightest
Have cyber sex with Cita, until you a virus
Why is he this, to piss boys off
I officially 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 to the late great DJ Screw, rest in peace

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 popping trunk you 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-I'm

The of a pimp is (me), cause I ain't doing shit for (free)
I got my own label now, if you ain't heard (Clover G's)
Now me and chasing the scrill, we pulling up on chrome wheels
Nigga, your check looking like my phone bill
Quick to picture snapping, paparazzi follow me
Yeah I'm platinum I'll 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 smoking blunts, that (ooh-wee)
year 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
because I'm in a Porsche box, don't mean 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 every state, like and Bun we keep it trill
And if you ain't heard, it's Lil' Flipper and

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