Luyện nghe bài hát moment of truth

Here we go again, to meet your end
looked you up on Facebook, you have zero friends
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 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 dancer
Like an extra on train
I see your mommy and your in the front row
must be embarrassed for you bro
You're not a M.C.
You should quit
Now be a bus boy and go get your mop

Bling, you wanna battle
You're the snake without the
You're the boat the paddle
You're the duck the waddle
You're the without the saddle
The ranch without the
The day the shadow
Son, I think you skedaddle kick gravel
Sayonara punk
What do I have to say it in for you to hear me clearly
Adios amigo, over with, finito
This clown couldn't rap anything but my

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 look queasy, I him go mute
Put your phones up so you can post this on YouTube
Truth's got a screw loose terrified to bust
So lightweight that I can him over with a gust
You're like Seven Days, you deserve boos
You should walk around in high-heeled shoes
You should pigtails and a skirt
You're shaking in your
Are your getting hurt?
Well, maybe I should hurt more your feelings
Maybe I should rip the off the theatre ceiling
Maybe you should start his eyes are getting misty
so wack, if you were me you couldn't diss me
Kissy kissy Roxanne, did you me?
I'll take you out to dinner after I've eaten this
And when on vacation I'll let him house sit
Here's a couple of bucks, buy a better outfit

You know what? You don't have a stack of or a flashy pad
I saw you week driving a taxi cab,
Your secret's out and now they sport
call you if we need a ride to an airport
In fact you can me off at home after this
Then you can take your couple bucks but as a tip
You're yourself like Solitaire
Telling that's here that you're a millionaire
You're not a baller, a phony
I bet your whole crew is a bunch of
And now you lie in bed lonely, your persona's a
The girls you get are in the pages of a catalog
Here Lord of DaBluff
His were legendary till the truth made him hush
And what's funny is truth is enough
you have to make up all the money and the stuff?
I guess it's easier to the role and act hard
'Cause you don't have the guts to tell us who you are
So you can keep a trophy you don't deserve
I might be a bus boy but you got served