Luyện nghe bài hát The Truth

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

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

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

Looked like they in a ice cube tray
Put it in the freezer so by the day
They could put it on my so that I could display
Yellow ice 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 mo' to do, dog that's true, y'all
is the click, if that's what 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 the bread
Know exactly what they said, voices just in my head
Get back up in the streets so the rumors can be
'Cause I'm the rapper they dread, like Lil' Wayne's head

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

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

But it Weezy, it ain't even B.G
Because how much I push the 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
Haters hate and the reason that I carry one
a home run and run home, like Barry Bonds

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

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

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

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

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

It's the Roc, psyche nigga not
But it's prolly a sized bullet, up in it's pop
Sorry mayn, I forgot, to put the heater on
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 boring
You hear a lot of flows but enjoy 'em
You hear a lot of albums and you
But the is back, now they say where you been

'Cause we really seen you out performing
You back up in the streets, you hot, boiling
Chamillitary is the click they wanting
You know that OG Ron C gon' screw it for