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 yo, he ain't even kissed a girl
You write her letters I buy her ice and pearls
So how you me now?
Even Roxanne's in the background 'Wow, Bling's got style'
I'm off the chain
If a rapper why is Kris your backup dancer
an extra on soul train
I see your mommy and daddy in the front row
They be embarrassed for you bro
not a real M.C.
You should hip-hop
Now be a bus boy and go get your mop

Bling, you don't wanna
You're the without the rattle
You're the without the paddle
You're the without the waddle
You're the horse without the
The without the cattle
The day without the
Son, I think you should kick gravel
Sayonara punk
What language do I 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 have to sneak out the house just to and sweep
And now you look queasy, I made him go
Put your camera phones up so you can this on YouTube
Truth's got a screw loose he's terrified to
So lightweight that I can him over with a gust
You're weak like Seven Days, you boos
You should around in some high-heeled shoes
You should rock and a skirt
You're in your boots
Are your getting hurt?
Well, maybe I should more than your 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 take you out to dinner after I've eaten pipsqueak
And we're on vacation I'll let him house sit
a couple of bucks, buy yourself 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 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 your couple back but as a tip
You're playing yourself like
Telling everyone that's here 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 persona's a
The only girls you get are in the of a catalog
Here Lord of DaBluff
His lies legendary till the truth made him hush
And what's funny is truth is enough
Why'd you have to up all the money and the stuff?
I guess it's easier to play the role and act
'Cause you don't 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