Luyện nghe bài hát moment of truth

Here we go again, prepare to your end
Just looked you up on Facebook, you zero friends
This kid's a loser yo, he ain't even a girl
You write her love letters I buy her ice and
So how you like me
Even Roxanne's in the saying 'Wow, Bling's got style'
I'm off the chain
If you're a rapper why is your backup dancer
Like an extra on soul
I see mommy and your daddy in the front row
They be embarrassed for you bro
not a real M.C.
You quit hip-hop
Now be a good bus boy and go get mop

Bling, you don't wanna
You're the without the rattle
You're the without the paddle
You're the duck without the
You're the horse without the
The ranch the cattle
The day the shadow
Son, I think you should skedaddle gravel
Sayonara punk
language do I have to say it in for you to hear me clearly
Adios amigo, you're over with,
This clown couldn't rap but my burrito

Kid, you have to hold your hand before you cross the street
You to sneak out the house just to clean and sweep
And now you look queasy, I made him go
Put your phones up so you can post this on YouTube
Truth's got a screw loose he's terrified to
So lightweight that I can blow him over a gust
weak like Seven Days, you deserve boos
You should walk around in some shoes
You should pigtails and a skirt
shaking in your boots
Are your feelings hurt?
Well, maybe I hurt more than your feelings
Maybe I should rip the roof off the theatre
Maybe you should start his eyes are getting misty
You're so wack, if you were me you couldn't me
Kissy Roxanne, did you miss me?
take you out to dinner after I've eaten this pipsqueak
And we're 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 last week a taxi cab,
Your out and now they know sport
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 your 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 crew is a bunch of rent-a-homies
And now you lie in bed lonely, your a façade
The only you get are in the pages of a catalog
stands Lord of DaBluff
His lies legendary till the truth made him hush
And what's is your truth is enough
Why'd you have to up all the money and the stuff?
I guess it's easier to the role and act hard
'Cause you don't have the to tell us who you really are
So you can keep a trophy that you don't
I might be a bus boy but you got served