Luyện nghe bài hát True

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

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

Forget what these boys is talking bout, we wipe boys
In South Park on MLK, on Sunday we
From the streets of Antoine, to the hoods
Mo City to Studewood, it's all good
I'm riding on platinum grey, Z-Ro and Trae
Gon let the top down, it's a day
Haters jealous on the sidelines, running they
'Cause I with T.I.P., the king of the South
Boys know I'm Paid In Full, so they clocking my
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 bar no hater
I'm on the for paper, I'll holla at ya later
Forget what talking bout, I'm in love with my wealth
I ain't gotta say I'm true, cause speak for itself baby

what them boys is talking bout, I'm true-I'm true
You riding swangs you grain, I do-I do
You candy red you blue, you popping trunk you jamming Screw
Don't know about you, but 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 candy red you blue, you popping trunk you jamming Screw
Don't know about you, but I'm true-I'm

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 say true-true
up the bang if you into, something color changing the rims do
Sound like a train cause when I stop, they be like
And I'm thugging too homie, the heater kinda Al Bundy's hand
Believe me time you see me, it's gon be in her pants
If I do a crime and you snitch, homie the heater will too
'Cause if the come around, it'll be pointing at you
Somebody give mouth to to this mic, after it melt
'Cause the only out rapping me is me, after myself
I you internet thugs, that will swear that I ain't the tightest
Have cyber sex with Cita, until you a virus
Why is he saying this, to boys 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 title to the late great DJ Screw, rest in peace

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

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

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 Will chasing the scrill, we pulling up on chrome
Nigga, your royalty check looking like my phone
to capping picture snapping, paparazzi 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, bitches the club with me
Snitches mugging me, don't make 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 on every track, it's five G's for every bar
Just because I'm in a Porsche box, don't mean I the spa
That don't mean I like the car, you know I'm down to your jaw
Just I burn rubber, that don't mean I like the tar
We ghetto in every state, like Pimp and Bun we keep it trill
And if you heard, it's Lil' Flipper and Chamill'

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