Luyện nghe bài hát True

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

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

Forget these boys is talking bout, we wipe boys down
In South on MLK, on Sunday we clown
From the streets of Antoine, to the Homestead
From Mo to Studewood, it's all good
I'm riding on grey, with Z-Ro and Trae
Gon let the top down, a beautiful day
Haters jealous on the sidelines, they mouth
'Cause I roll T.I.P., the king 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 Mike Jones, and Slim Thug the Boss
It's Paul Wall, representing Swishahouse
I'm with my boy Big Kaila, I don't bar no
I'm on the for paper, I'll holla at ya later
Forget what they talking bout, I'm in 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 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

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 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 say true-true
up the bang if you into, something color changing the rims do
Sound like a train when I stop, they be like choo-choo-choo
And I'm thugging too homie, the heater kinda Al Bundy's hand
me every time you see me, it's gon be in her pants
If I do a and you snitch, homie the heater will snitch too
'Cause if the police come around, be pointing at you
Somebody give mouth to to this mic, after it melt
'Cause the only rapper out me is me, after myself
I hope you internet thugs, that will swear that I the tightest
cyber sex with Cita, until you catch a virus
Why is he saying this, to boys off
I officially claim myself, the rap King of the
The say I'm the greatest of all time, and I say who and say you
And I say naw, give that title to the late great DJ Screw, rest in

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

The of a pimp is (me), cause I ain't doing shit for (free)
I got my own now, if you ain't heard it's (Clover G's)
Now me and chasing 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, leave the club with me
Snitches mean mugging me, don't me bust my fucking heat
We trunks and smoking blunts, that sticky-ickie (ooh-wee)
Last I did a mill, now I'm bout to do (three)
I bring the heat on every track, 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 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 heard, it's Lil' Flipper 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 blue, you popping trunk you jamming Screw
Don't about you, but I'm true-I'm true