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 ain't even a girl
You write her love I buy her ice and pearls
So how you me now?
Even Roxanne's in the saying 'Wow, Bling's got style'
I'm off the gold
If you're a rapper why is Kris your backup
an extra on soul train
I see your mommy and your daddy in the row
must be embarrassed for you bro
You're not a M.C.
You quit hip-hop
Now be a bus boy and go get your mop

Bling, you don't wanna
You're the without the rattle
the boat without 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 skedaddle gravel
punk arrivederci
What language do I have to say it in for you to me clearly
amigo, you're over with, finito
This clown rap anything but my burrito

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

You know You don't have a stack of cash or a flashy pad
I saw you week driving a taxi cab,
secret's out and now they know sport
We'll call you if we need a to an airport
In fact you can drop me off at home this
Then you can take your bucks back but as a tip
You're yourself like Solitaire
Telling that's here that you're a millionaire
not a baller, you're a phony
I bet whole crew is a bunch of rent-a-homies
And now you lie in bed lonely, persona's a façade
The only girls you get are in the pages of a
stands Lord of DaBluff
His lies were legendary till the truth made him
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 have the guts to 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