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

Forget what these boys is bout, we wipe boys down
In Park 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 platinum grey, Z-Ro and Trae
Gon let the top down, a beautiful day
Haters jealous on the sidelines, running they
'Cause I roll T.I.P., the king of the South
Boys 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, holla at ya later
Forget what they bout, I'm in love with my wealth
I gotta say I'm true, cause true speak for itself baby

Forget what them 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 know you, but I'm true-I'm true

Forget them boys is talking 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
Don't know about you, but I'm true-I'm

say I'm the greatest of all time, and I say who and they say you
If she's a dime her I'm fine, and she'll say true-true
Turn up the bang if you into, something color changing the do
Sound like a train cause when I stop, they be like
And I'm thugging too homie, the kinda like Al Bundy's hand
me every time you see me, it's gon be in her pants
If I do a crime and you snitch, homie the heater snitch too
if the police come around, it'll be pointing at you
Somebody give mouth to to this mic, after it melt
'Cause the rapper out rapping me is me, after myself
I hope you internet thugs, that swear that I ain't the tightest
Have cyber sex with Cita, until you a virus
Why is he this, to piss boys off
I officially myself, the rap King of the South
The say I'm the greatest of all time, and I say who and say you
And I say naw, give that title to the late great DJ Screw, rest in

Forget what them 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

Forget what them boys is bout, I'm true-I'm true
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 label now, if you ain't heard (Clover G's)
Now me and chasing the scrill, we pulling up on chrome wheels
Nigga, your royalty check like my phone bill
Quick to picture snapping, paparazzi follow me
Yeah I'm platinum I'll slap him, if he smoke up all my
I love to speed on dubs and Spre's, bitches leave the club me
Snitches mugging me, don't make me bust my fucking heat
We popping trunks and smoking blunts, sticky-ickie (ooh-wee)
Last 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 mean I the spa
That don't mean I like the car, you know I'm down to break jaw
Just because I burn rubber, don't mean I like the tar
We ghetto stars in every state, like Pimp and Bun we it trill
And if you ain't heard, it's Flipper and Chamill'

Forget them boys is talking bout, I'm true-I'm true
You riding swangs you 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