Luyện nghe bài hát 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 trunk you 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 trunk you Screw
Don't know about you, but I'm true-I'm

Forget what these boys is talking bout, we wipe boys
In South Park on MLK, on we clown
From the streets of Antoine, to the Homestead
From Mo City to Studewood, all good
I'm riding on grey, with Z-Ro 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 riding
I'm breaking with Mike Jones, and Slim Thug the Boss
Paul Wall, still representing Swishahouse
I'm my boy Big Kaila, I don't 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 ain't gotta say I'm true, true speak for itself baby

what 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 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

say I'm the greatest of all time, and I say who and they say you
If she's a tell her I'm fine, and she'll say true-true
Turn up the bang if you into, color changing the rims do
Sound like a cause when I stop, they be like choo-choo-choo
And I'm thugging too homie, the heater kinda like Al 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 will too
'Cause if the police around, it'll 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 thugs, that will swear that I ain't the tightest
Have cyber sex with Cita, until you a virus
Why is he saying this, to boys off
I officially claim myself, the rap King of the
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

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

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 candy blue, you popping trunk you jamming
Don't know you, but I'm true-I'm true

The of a pimp is (me), cause I ain't doing shit for (free)
I got my own label now, if you heard it's (Clover G's)
Now me and Will chasing the scrill, we pulling up on chrome
Nigga, your royalty check looking like my phone
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 and Spre's, bitches leave the club with me
Snitches mean mugging me, 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 bring the heat on every track, five G's for every bar
Just because I'm in a Porsche box, don't 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 I like the tar
We ghetto in every state, like Pimp and Bun we keep it trill
And if you ain't heard, Lil' Flipper and Chamill'

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