Luyện nghe bài hát moment of truth

Here we go again, prepare to meet end
looked you up on Facebook, you have zero friends
This kid's a loser yo, he even kissed a girl
You write her love letters I buy her ice and
So how you me now?
Even Roxanne's in the background saying 'Wow, got style'
I'm off the chain
If you're a rapper why is Kris your dancer
Like an extra on train
I see mommy and your daddy in the front row
must be embarrassed for you bro
You're not a M.C.
You should hip-hop
Now be a bus boy and go get your mop

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

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

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