Luyện nghe bài hát moment of truth

Here we go again, prepare to meet end
Just looked you up on Facebook, you zero friends
This kid's a loser yo, he ain't even kissed a
You write her love I buy her ice and pearls
So how you like me
Even Roxanne's in the background 'Wow, Bling's got style'
I'm off the gold
If you're a rapper why is your backup dancer
Like an extra on soul
I see mommy and your daddy in the front row
They be embarrassed for you bro
You're not a M.C.
You should hip-hop
Now be a good bus boy and go get mop

Bling, you don't wanna
the snake without the rattle
You're the boat the paddle
You're the duck without the
the horse without the saddle
The ranch without the
The day the shadow
Son, I think you should kick gravel
punk arrivederci
What do I have to say it in for you to hear me clearly
Adios amigo, you're with, finito
This couldn't rap anything but my burrito

Kid, you have to your mommy's hand before you cross the street
You have to out the house just to clean and sweep
And now you look queasy, I made him go
Put your camera phones up so you can post on YouTube
Truth's got a screw loose he's terrified to
So lightweight that I can blow him over a gust
weak like Seven Days, you deserve boos
You should walk around in high-heeled shoes
You should rock and a skirt
You're in your boots
Are your feelings getting
Well, maybe I should hurt more than your
Maybe I should rip the roof off the ceiling
Maybe you should kneeling his eyes are getting misty
You're so wack, if you were me you couldn't me
Kissy Roxanne, did you miss me?
I'll take you out to dinner after I've eaten pipsqueak
And we're on vacation I'll let him house sit
a couple of bucks, buy yourself a better outfit

You what? You don't have a stack of cash or a flashy pad
I saw you last driving a taxi cab,
Your secret's out and now they know
We'll you if we need a ride to an airport
In fact you can drop me off at home after
Then you can your couple bucks back but as a tip
You're playing like Solitaire
everyone that's here that you're a millionaire
You're not a baller, a phony
I bet your whole is a bunch of rent-a-homies
And now you lie in bed lonely, your a façade
The only girls you get are in the pages of a
stands Lord of DaBluff
His lies legendary till the truth made him hush
And funny is your truth is enough
Why'd you to make up all the money and the stuff?
I guess it's to play the role and act hard
'Cause you don't the guts to tell us who you really are
So you can keep a trophy you don't deserve
I be a bus boy but you just got served