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 kid's a yo, he ain't even kissed a girl
You write her letters I buy her ice and pearls
So how you like me
Even Roxanne's in the saying 'Wow, Bling's got style'
I'm off the gold
If you're a why is Kris your backup dancer
an extra on soul train
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 without the
You're the duck the waddle
You're the horse the saddle
The without the cattle
The day the shadow
Son, I think you should skedaddle kick
punk arrivederci
What language do I to say it in for you to hear me clearly
Adios amigo, over with, finito
This clown couldn't rap but my burrito

Kid, you have to hold your mommy's before you cross the street
You to sneak out the house just to clean and sweep
And now you queasy, I made him go mute
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 around in some high-heeled shoes
You should rock and a skirt
shaking in your boots
Are your feelings getting
Well, maybe I should hurt more than feelings
Maybe I should rip the off the theatre ceiling
you should start kneeling 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 take you out to dinner after I've eaten this
And when we're on vacation let him house sit
Here's a couple of bucks, buy a better outfit

You know what? You have a stack of cash or a flashy pad
I saw you last week a taxi cab,
Your secret's out and now they know
We'll call you if we need a to an airport
In fact you can me off at home after this
Then you can take couple bucks back but as a tip
You're playing yourself like
everyone 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 of a catalog
stands Lord of DaBluff
His lies were legendary till the made him hush
And what's funny is your is enough
Why'd you have to make up all the and the stuff?
I it's easier 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 that you don't deserve
I be a bus boy but you just got served