Luyện nghe bài hát The Truth Is Back

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

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

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

like they pissed in a ice cube tray
Put it in the freezer so by the day
They could put it on my wrist so that I display
Yellow ice looks like butter but it parquet

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

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

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

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

Chamillion-ator's on the way who saving the day
After the math I bust a rhyme, rapping you pay
Niggaz say they songs jamming, yeah that's just what 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 the cash money, they don't believe me
on the DVD and the CD
Don't me, homeboy, watch TV

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

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 get whipped, while they kicking me out

Ouch that looked like it hurt
And the worst part about it, is it like the dirt
Getting with your 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, like out of town do
I get mail, workers in the color brown do
Chamillion you're the best, can't out sound you

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

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

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

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

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