Luyện nghe bài hát True

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

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

Forget what boys is talking bout, we wipe boys down
In South Park on MLK, on we clown
From the of Antoine, to the Homestead hoods
From Mo City to Studewood, all good
I'm riding on platinum grey, with and Trae
Gon let the top down, a beautiful day
Haters jealous on the sidelines, running 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 Impalas
I'm breaking bread Mike Jones, and Slim Thug the Boss
It's Paul Wall, still representing
I'm with my boy Big Kaila, I bar no hater
I'm on the grind for paper, I'll at ya later
Forget what they talking bout, I'm in 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-I'm
You riding swangs you grain, I do-I do
You candy red you candy blue, you popping trunk you jamming
Don't know about you, but I'm true

what 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 trunk you Screw
know about 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 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
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 come around, it'll be pointing at you
Somebody mouth to mouth to this mic, after 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 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 DJ Screw, rest in peace

Forget what them boys is 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 about you, but I'm true-I'm 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 candy blue, you popping trunk you jamming
know about you, but I'm true-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 up on chrome wheels
Nigga, royalty check looking like my phone bill
Quick to capping picture snapping, follow me
Yeah I'm platinum I'll slap him, if he 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 heat
We popping trunks and smoking blunts, sticky-ickie (ooh-wee)
Last year I did a mill, now I'm 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 I like the spa
That don't mean I 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 stars in every state, like and Bun we keep it trill
And if you ain't heard, it's Flipper and Chamill'

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