Luyện nghe bài hát I'm True

lizard-lizard-lizard, uh
It's the almighty king koopa,
The changing lizard, the mixtape messiah
stand for the ghetto national anthem, let's go

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Forget them boys 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 trunk you screw
Don't about you, but I'm true-i'm true

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Forget what these boys is talking bout, we wipe boys
In south 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 grey, with z-ro and trae
Gon let the top down, a beautiful day
Haters on the sidelines, running they mouth
Cause I with t.i.p., the king of the south
Boys know I'm paid in full, so clocking my dollas
Me, poppy, joe and fox all riding
I'm breaking bread with mike jones, and slim thug the
It's paul wall, still representing
I'm with my boy big kaila, I don't bar no
I'm on the grind for paper, I'll at ya later
what they talking bout, I'm in love with my wealth
I ain't gotta say I'm true, cause true for itself baby

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Forget what them boys is talking bout, 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

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 if you into, something color changing 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 everytime you see me, 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 to mouth to this mic, after it melt
Cause the only rapper out rapping me is me, after
I hope you internet thugs, will swear that I ain't the tightest
Have cyber sex with cita, until you a virus
Why is he saying this, to piss off
I officially claim myself, the rap of the south
The say I'm the of all time, and I say who and they say you
And I say naw, give that to the late great dj screw, rest in peace

- 2x]
Forget what them boys is bout, I'm true-i'm true
You riding 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

[lil'
The of a pimp is (me), cause I ain't doing shit for (free)
I got my own label now, if you ain't it's (clover g's)
Now me and will the scrill, we pulling up on chrome wheels
Nigga, your royalty check looking like my phone
Quick to capping snapping, paparazzi follow me
Yeah I'm platinum I'll slap him, if he up all my weed
I love to on dubs and spre's, bitches leave the club with me
Snitches mean mugging me, don't make me my fucking heat
We popping and smoking blunts, that sticky-ickie (ooh-wee)
Last year I did a mill, now I'm to do (three)
I bring the heat on every track, it's five g's for bar
Just I'm in a porsche box, don't mean I like the spa
That don't mean I like the car, you know I'm down to your jaw
Just I burn rubber, that don't mean I like the tar
We stars 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 riding swangs you grain, I do-i do
You candy red you candy blue, you popping you jamming screw
know about you, but I'm true-i'm true