Luyện nghe bài hát True

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

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 trunk you jamming Screw
know about you, but I'm true-I'm true

Forget what boys is talking 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, all good
I'm riding on platinum grey, with Z-Ro and
Gon let the top down, a beautiful day
Haters jealous on the sidelines, running they
'Cause I roll T.I.P., the king of the South
Boys I'm Paid In Full, so they clocking my dollas
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 don't bar no
I'm on the grind for paper, I'll holla at ya
Forget what they talking bout, I'm in love with my
I ain't gotta say I'm true, true speak for itself baby

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 know 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 popping trunk you jamming
know 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 she's a dime her I'm fine, and she'll say true-true
up the bang if you into, something color changing the rims do
Sound like a train cause when I stop, they be like
And I'm thugging too homie, the heater like Al Bundy's hand
Believe me time you see me, it's gon be in her pants
If I do a crime and you snitch, the heater will snitch too
'Cause if the police around, it'll 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, you catch a virus
Why is he saying this, to piss 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, that title to the late great DJ Screw, rest in peace

Forget what them boys is talking bout, 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 you, but I'm true-I'm true

Forget what them 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 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 label now, if you ain't heard (Clover G's)
Now me and Will chasing the scrill, we pulling up on wheels
Nigga, your royalty check looking like my bill
Quick to capping picture snapping, follow me
I'm platinum I'll slap him, if he smoke up all my weed
I love to speed on dubs and Spre's, leave the club with me
Snitches mean mugging me, don't make me bust my 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 five G's for bar
Just because I'm in a Porsche box, don't mean I the spa
That mean I like the car, you know I'm down to break your jaw
Just because I burn rubber, that mean I like the tar
We ghetto stars in every state, like Pimp and Bun we it trill
And if you ain't heard, Lil' Flipper and Chamill'

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