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 trunk you jamming
Don't know about you, but I'm true

Forget what boys is talking bout, I'm true-I'm true
You riding swangs you grain, I do-I do
You red you candy blue, you popping 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 we clown
From the streets of Antoine, to the Homestead
From Mo to Studewood, it's all good
I'm on platinum 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 with T.I.P., the of the South
Boys know I'm In Full, so they clocking my dollas
Me, Poppy, Joe and Fox all riding
I'm breaking bread with Jones, and Slim Thug the Boss
It's Paul Wall, still 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 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 boys 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 know about you, but I'm true-I'm

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

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
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
me every time 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 to mouth 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
cyber sex with Cita, until you catch a virus
Why is he saying this, to piss off
I claim 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-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 boys is bout, I'm true-I'm true
You riding swangs you gripping grain, I do
You red you candy blue, you popping trunk you jamming Screw
know about 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 check like my phone bill
Quick to picture 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, 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 box, don't mean I like the spa
That don't I like the car, you know I'm down to break your jaw
Just because I burn rubber, that don't I like the tar
We ghetto in every state, like Pimp and Bun we keep it trill
And if you ain't heard, it's Lil' Flipper and

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