Luyện nghe bài hát True

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

Forget these boys is talking bout, we wipe boys down
In South Park on MLK, on Sunday we
From the streets of Antoine, to the Homestead
From Mo City to Studewood, it's all
I'm riding on platinum grey, with and Trae
Gon let the top down, it's a day
Haters on the sidelines, running they mouth
'Cause I roll with T.I.P., the king of the
Boys know I'm 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, 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 say I'm true, cause true speak for itself 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 candy blue, you popping trunk you Screw
Don't about 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 trunk you jamming
Don't know 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
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 like Al Bundy's
Believe me every you see me, it's 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 give mouth to mouth to this mic, after it
'Cause the only rapper out rapping me is me, after
I hope you internet thugs, that will swear that I ain't the
Have sex with Cita, until you catch a virus
Why is he saying this, to piss off
I officially claim myself, the rap King of the
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 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 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 trunk you Screw
Don't about 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 label now, if you heard it's (Clover G's)
Now me and Will the scrill, we pulling up on chrome wheels
Nigga, your royalty check looking like my phone
Quick to capping snapping, paparazzi follow me
Yeah I'm platinum slap him, if he smoke up all my weed
I love to speed on dubs and Spre's, bitches leave the with me
Snitches mean mugging me, don't make me bust my fucking
We popping trunks and smoking blunts, that (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 because I'm in a Porsche box, don't I like the spa
That don't mean I like the car, you know I'm down to your jaw
Just because I rubber, that don't 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 Lil' and Chamill'

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 trunk you jamming Screw
know about you, but I'm true-I'm true