Luyện nghe bài hát The Truth

You hear a lot of but it's boring
You a lot of flows but don't enjoy 'em
You a lot of albums and you snoring
But the truth is back, now they say you been

'Cause we ain't really seen you out
You back up in the streets, you're hot, you're
Chamillitary click is the click wanting
You know that OG Ron C screw it for them

A lot of DJ's didn't wanna mess the kid
But like dancers that love to strip, back up on my dick
And of course, maybe because of the fact that I'm rich
And the diamonds up on my wrist look like a package of

Looked like they in a ice cube tray
Put it in the freezer so by the day
They put it on my wrist so that I could display
ice looks like butter but it isn't parquet

Hey, well, let me tell you how I did it
up the mix tapes and put 'em in every city man
Send 'em Greyhound, in every other and
Wallet the size of Guerilla Black's or Biggie's hand, baby,

And I got plenty mo' to do, dog true, y'all
Chamillitary is the click, if that's you thought
Yellow, green, red blue and my new jaw
Check out the paint, same colors my new car

When it come to getting fed, I'm the baker with the
Know exactly what they said, voices ain't just in my
Get back up in the streets so the rumors can be
'Cause I'm the rapper that dread, like Lil' Wayne's head

claat watch, now watch me, I'm the one to watch
One with a lot of colored cubes and a bunch of
And the watch and girls that be coming out
The with a friend, meet her I just wanna watch

Chamillion-ator's on the way that's who the day
After the math I a rhyme, rapping after you pay
Niggaz say they songs jamming, yeah that's just they say
Like Part 2 of that Kelly song, they end up gay

But it ain't Weezy, it even B.G
how much I push the cash money, they don't believe me
on the DVD and the CD
Don't me, homeboy, watch TV

rest, 7.5 Clarion
You ain't trying to see me shine, you carry on
hate and that's the reason that I carry one
Make a home run and run home, like Bonds

Yeah, I got 'em shook in a
Ron of rap, look at me now
Single handedly, handle the up in the crowd
Fist to your lip you'll get whipped, while they me out

Ouch 'cause that like it hurt
And the worst part about it, is it like the dirt
Getting acquainted with your shirt become one the turf
As I watch you fall down and tell you what you worth

You no good, dirty rotten
I pull these hoes, like promoters out of do
I get mail, like in the color brown do
Chamillion you're the best, can't out sound you

Chad Hugo to Pharrell, I'm the on the track
Look at my diamonds and see how many broads they
And it's in the studio, they on my balls and my sack
Say it's a hit, before Chamillionaire even start on a

I pull up in slow motion, like my car on a
Trunk up, like directions that you saw on a map
I wear the multi-colors now but that's part of the
That I throwing up the rocks, like the Carter was back

It's the Roc, psyche nigga not
But prolly a rock sized bullet, up in it's pop
mayn, I forgot, to put the heater on lock
But didn't the underground, lock it up for my spot
I'm and I'm too hot

You hear a lot of music but it's
You hear a lot of flows but don't 'em
You hear a lot of and you snoring
But the truth is back, now say where you been

'Cause we ain't really seen you out
You up in the streets, you hot, you're boiling
Chamillitary is the click they wanting
You know that OG Ron C screw it for them