Luyện nghe bài hát 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 about you, but I'm true-I'm

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

Forget what these is talking bout, we wipe boys down
In South Park on MLK, on we clown
the streets of Antoine, to the Homestead hoods
From Mo City to Studewood, it's all
I'm on platinum grey, with Z-Ro and Trae
Gon let the top down, a beautiful day
Haters jealous on the sidelines, they mouth
I roll 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 riding
I'm breaking bread Mike Jones, and Slim Thug the Boss
It's Paul Wall, still representing
I'm my boy Big Kaila, I don't bar no hater
I'm on the grind for paper, I'll holla at ya
Forget what they talking bout, I'm in love with my
I ain't gotta say I'm true, cause true speak for itself

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

They say I'm the greatest of all time, and I say who and 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 the rims do
like a train cause when I stop, they be like choo-choo-choo
And I'm thugging too homie, the kinda like 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, the heater will snitch too
'Cause if the police around, it'll be pointing at you
Somebody give mouth to mouth to this mic, it melt
'Cause the only rapper out me is me, after myself
I hope you internet thugs, that will swear that I ain't the
Have cyber sex with Cita, you catch 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, that title to the late great DJ Screw, rest in peace

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

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

The definition of a 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 Will chasing the scrill, we pulling up on chrome
Nigga, your royalty check looking like my 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 speed on dubs and Spre's, bitches leave the club me
Snitches mean mugging me, don't me bust my fucking heat
We popping and smoking blunts, that sticky-ickie (ooh-wee)
year 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 mean I like the car, you know I'm down to break your jaw
Just because I burn rubber, don't mean I like the tar
We stars in every state, like Pimp and Bun we keep it trill
And if you heard, it's Lil' Flipper and Chamill'

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