Luyện nghe bài hát True

Forget what them boys is talking bout, 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 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 popping you jamming Screw
Don't know 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 streets of Antoine, to the Homestead
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
Haters on the sidelines, running 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
It's Wall, still representing Swishahouse
I'm with my boy Big Kaila, I don't bar no
I'm on the grind for paper, holla at ya later
what they talking 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 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 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

They say I'm the of all time, and I say who and they say you
If she's a dime tell her I'm fine, and she'll say
Turn up the bang if you into, something color the rims do
Sound like a train cause when I stop, be like choo-choo-choo
And I'm thugging too homie, the kinda like Al Bundy's hand
me every 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 come around, it'll be at you
Somebody give mouth to mouth to this mic, it melt
'Cause the only out rapping me is me, after myself
I hope you thugs, that will swear that I ain't the tightest
Have sex with Cita, until you catch a virus
Why is he saying this, to boys off
I officially claim myself, the rap of the South
The say I'm the greatest of all time, and I say who and say you
And I say naw, give title to the late great DJ Screw, rest in peace

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

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

The definition of a is (me), cause I ain't doing shit for (free)
I got my own label now, if you heard it's (Clover G's)
Now me and chasing the scrill, we pulling up on chrome wheels
Nigga, royalty check looking like my phone bill
Quick to picture snapping, paparazzi follow me
Yeah I'm platinum I'll slap him, if he smoke up all my
I love to speed on dubs and Spre's, bitches the club with me
Snitches mean mugging me, don't me bust my fucking heat
We popping trunks and smoking blunts, that (ooh-wee)
Last I did a mill, now I'm bout to do (three)
I bring the on every track, it's five G's for every bar
Just because I'm in a box, don't mean I like the spa
That don't mean I like the car, you I'm down to break your jaw
Just because I rubber, that don't mean I like the tar
We ghetto stars in every state, like Pimp and Bun we keep it
And if you heard, it's Lil' Flipper and Chamill'

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