Luyện nghe bài hát True

Forget what 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 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 red you candy blue, you popping trunk you jamming Screw
Don't about you, but I'm true-I'm true

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

Forget 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 trunk you jamming
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 gripping grain, I do
You candy red you candy blue, you popping trunk you 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 her I'm fine, and she'll say true-true
Turn up the bang if you into, something changing the rims do
Sound like a cause when 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 will too
'Cause if the police come around, be pointing at you
Somebody give mouth to mouth to this mic, it melt
'Cause the only rapper out me is me, after myself
I hope you internet thugs, will swear that I ain't the tightest
Have cyber sex with Cita, until you catch a
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 title to the great DJ Screw, rest in peace

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

The definition of a pimp is (me), cause I ain't 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 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 speed on and Spre's, bitches leave the club with me
Snitches mean mugging me, don't me bust my fucking heat
We popping and smoking blunts, that sticky-ickie (ooh-wee)
Last year I did a mill, now I'm 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 I like the spa
don't mean I like the car, you know I'm down to break your jaw
Just because I burn rubber, that don't 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'

what them 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