Luyện nghe bài hát moment of truth

Here we go again, prepare to your end
Just looked you up on Facebook, you have friends
This a loser yo, he ain't even kissed a girl
You write her love letters I buy her ice and
So how you me now?
Even Roxanne's in the saying 'Wow, Bling's got style'
I'm off the chain
If you're a rapper why is your backup dancer
Like an extra on soul
I see your mommy and your daddy in the row
They must be 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 battle
the snake without the rattle
You're the without the paddle
You're the duck the waddle
You're the horse without the
The without the cattle
The day the shadow
Son, I think you skedaddle 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 clown rap anything but my burrito

Kid, you have to hold your mommy's hand before you cross the
You to sneak 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 loose he's terrified to bust
So lightweight that I can him over with a gust
You're weak like Days, you deserve boos
You should walk around in some shoes
You should pigtails and a skirt
You're in your boots
Are feelings getting hurt?
Well, maybe I should hurt than your feelings
Maybe I should rip the roof off the theatre
Maybe you should start his eyes are getting misty
You're so wack, if you me you couldn't diss me
Kissy kissy Roxanne, did you me?
I'll take you out to dinner after I've this pipsqueak
And when on vacation I'll let him house sit
a couple of bucks, buy yourself a better outfit

You know 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 know sport
call you if we need a ride to an airport
In fact you can drop me off at home this
Then you can take your couple bucks but as a tip
You're yourself like Solitaire
Telling everyone that's here that you're a
not a baller, you're a phony
I bet your crew is a bunch of rent-a-homies
And now you lie in bed lonely, your persona's a
The only you get are in the pages of a catalog
Here stands of DaBluff
His lies were legendary till the truth him hush
And what's funny is your is enough
Why'd you have to make up all the money and the
I guess it's easier to play the and act hard
'Cause you don't have the guts to us who you really are
So you can a trophy that you don't deserve
I be a bus boy but you just got served