Luyện nghe bài hát True

Forget what 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 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 what these boys is talking bout, we boys down
In Park on MLK, on Sunday we clown
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, they mouth
'Cause I roll with T.I.P., the of the South
Boys I'm Paid 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 Wall, still representing Swishahouse
I'm my boy Big Kaila, I don't bar no hater
I'm on the for paper, I'll holla at ya later
what they talking bout, I'm in love with my wealth
I ain't gotta say I'm true, cause true speak for baby

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

Forget them 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 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 a dime tell her I'm fine, and she'll say true-true
Turn up the bang if you into, color changing the rims do
like a train cause when I stop, they be like choo-choo-choo
And I'm too homie, the heater 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, the heater 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 rapper out rapping me is me, 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 this, to piss boys off
I officially claim myself, the rap King of the
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 DJ Screw, rest in peace

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

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

The definition of a pimp is (me), cause I ain't doing 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 pulling up on wheels
Nigga, your check looking like my phone bill
to capping picture snapping, paparazzi follow me
Yeah I'm I'll slap him, if he smoke up all my weed
I love to on dubs and Spre's, bitches leave the club with me
Snitches mean mugging me, don't me bust my fucking heat
We popping trunks and smoking blunts, that (ooh-wee)
year I did a mill, now I'm bout to do (three)
I bring the heat on every track, it's G's for every bar
because I'm in a Porsche box, don't mean I like the spa
That mean I like the car, you know I'm down to break your jaw
Just because I burn rubber, that don't mean I the tar
We stars in every state, like Pimp and Bun we keep it trill
And if you ain't heard, it's Lil' and Chamill'

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