Luyện nghe bài hát True

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

Forget what boys is talking bout, I'm true-I'm true
You swangs you gripping grain, I do-I do
You red you candy blue, you popping trunk you jamming Screw
know about you, but I'm true-I'm true

Forget what these boys is talking bout, we wipe boys
In South Park on MLK, on we clown
the streets of Antoine, to the Homestead hoods
From Mo City to Studewood, all good
I'm riding on grey, with Z-Ro and Trae
Gon let the top down, it's a day
Haters on the sidelines, running they 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 riding
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, I'll holla at ya
Forget what they bout, I'm in love with my wealth
I ain't gotta say I'm true, cause true speak for 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 about you, but I'm true-I'm

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

They say I'm the of all time, and I say who and they say you
If a dime tell 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 cause when I stop, they be like choo-choo-choo
And I'm thugging too homie, the heater like 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 mouth to 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
Have cyber sex with Cita, until you catch a
Why is he saying this, to piss off
I officially myself, the rap King 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 great DJ Screw, 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 Screw
Don't know about you, but I'm true

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

The definition of a pimp is (me), I ain't doing 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 chrome
Nigga, royalty check looking like my phone 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 mugging me, don't make me bust my fucking heat
We popping 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 track, it's five G's for every bar
Just because I'm in a Porsche box, don't I like the spa
That mean I like the car, you know I'm down to break your jaw
Just because I burn rubber, don't mean I like the tar
We ghetto stars in every state, like and Bun we keep it trill
And if you ain't heard, Lil' Flipper and Chamill'

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