Luyện nghe bài hát 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 you, but I'm true-I'm true

Forget what 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

what these 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, it's all
I'm riding on grey, with Z-Ro and Trae
Gon let the top down, it's a day
Haters jealous on the sidelines, running mouth
'Cause I roll T.I.P., the king of the South
know I'm Paid In Full, so they clocking my dollas
Me, Poppy, Joe and Fox all Impalas
I'm breaking bread with Jones, and Slim Thug the Boss
It's Wall, still representing Swishahouse
I'm with my boy Big Kaila, I bar no hater
I'm on the grind for paper, I'll holla at ya
Forget what they talking bout, I'm in love my wealth
I ain't gotta say I'm true, cause true 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 what them boys is 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
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 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 I stop, they be like choo-choo-choo
And I'm thugging too homie, the heater kinda like Al Bundy's
Believe me every time you see me, 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 internet thugs, that will swear that I ain't the
Have cyber sex with Cita, until you catch a
Why is he this, to piss boys off
I officially claim myself, the rap 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 late DJ Screw, rest in peace

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 popping 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 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

The definition of a pimp is (me), cause I ain't shit for (free)
I got my own label now, if you ain't 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 snapping, paparazzi follow me
I'm platinum I'll slap 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 make me bust my heat
We popping and smoking blunts, that sticky-ickie (ooh-wee)
Last year I did a mill, now I'm 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 don't 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 heard, it's Lil' Flipper and Chamill'

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