Luyện nghe bài hát moment of truth

Here we go again, to meet your end
Just looked you up on Facebook, you have zero
This kid's a yo, he ain't even kissed a girl
You write her love letters I buy her ice and
So how you like me
Even Roxanne's in the background saying 'Wow, got style'
I'm off the gold
If you're a why is Kris your backup dancer
Like an extra on train
I see your mommy and your daddy in the row
must 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 without the paddle
the duck without the waddle
You're the horse the saddle
The without the cattle
The day the shadow
Son, I you should skedaddle kick gravel
Sayonara arrivederci
What language do I to say it in for you to hear me clearly
Adios amigo, you're with, finito
This clown couldn't rap but my burrito

Kid, you have to hold your 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 camera phones up so you can post this on YouTube
Truth's got a screw loose he's to bust
So lightweight that I can blow him over a gust
weak like Seven Days, you deserve boos
You should walk in some high-heeled shoes
You should rock pigtails and a
shaking in your boots
Are feelings getting hurt?
Well, maybe I should hurt more than feelings
Maybe I should rip the roof off the theatre
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 after I've eaten this
And when we're on vacation I'll let him sit
a couple of bucks, buy yourself a better outfit

You know what? You don't have a of cash or a flashy pad
I saw you last week driving a cab,
secret's out and now they know sport
We'll call you if we need a ride to an
In fact you can me off at home after this
Then you can take your bucks back but as a tip
You're playing yourself like
Telling everyone here that you're a millionaire
not a baller, you're a phony
I bet your whole 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
Here stands Lord of
His lies were legendary till the 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 easier to play the role and act
'Cause you 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