Luyện nghe bài hát True

Forget what them boys is talking bout, I'm true
You riding you gripping grain, I do-I do
You candy red you candy blue, you 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
You swangs you gripping grain, I do-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 is talking bout, we wipe boys down
In South Park on MLK, on Sunday we
the streets of Antoine, to the Homestead hoods
From Mo to Studewood, it's all good
I'm riding on platinum grey, with and Trae
Gon let the top down, a beautiful day
Haters jealous on the sidelines, running they
I roll with 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 Impalas
I'm bread with Mike Jones, and Slim Thug the Boss
It's Paul Wall, still representing
I'm with my boy Big Kaila, I bar no hater
I'm on the grind for paper, holla at ya later
Forget they talking bout, I'm in love with my wealth
I ain't say I'm true, cause true speak for itself baby

Forget what them boys is talking bout, I'm true-I'm
You riding swangs you grain, I do-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 them is talking bout, I'm true-I'm true
You riding you gripping 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

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 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 every time you see me, gon be in her pants
If I do a crime and you snitch, homie the will snitch too
'Cause if the police come around, be pointing at you
Somebody mouth to mouth to this mic, after it melt
the only rapper out rapping me is me, after myself
I hope you internet thugs, that will that I ain't the tightest
cyber sex with Cita, until you catch a virus
Why is he saying this, to boys off
I claim 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, give that title to the late great DJ Screw, rest in

Forget what them is talking bout, I'm true-I'm true
You swangs you gripping grain, I do-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 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 trunk you jamming Screw
Don't know about you, but I'm true-I'm

The definition of a pimp is (me), cause I ain't doing 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 up on chrome wheels
Nigga, your royalty looking like my phone bill
Quick to capping picture snapping, follow me
Yeah I'm platinum I'll slap him, if he up all my weed
I love to speed on and Spre's, bitches leave the club with me
Snitches mean mugging me, don't make me bust my fucking
We trunks and smoking blunts, that sticky-ickie (ooh-wee)
year I did a mill, now I'm bout to do (three)
I the heat on every track, it's five G's for every bar
Just I'm in a Porsche 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 burn rubber, that mean I like the tar
We ghetto stars in every state, Pimp and Bun we keep it trill
And if you ain't heard, it's Flipper and Chamill'

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