Luyện nghe bài hát moment of truth

Here we go again, prepare to your end
Just looked you up on Facebook, you have zero
This kid's a loser yo, he ain't even a girl
You write her letters I buy her ice and pearls
So how you like me
Roxanne's in the background saying 'Wow, Bling's got style'
I'm off the gold
If you're a rapper why is your backup dancer
Like an extra on train
I see your mommy and your 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 wanna battle
You're the snake the rattle
You're the boat without the
the duck without the waddle
You're the without the saddle
The ranch without the
The day the shadow
Son, I you should skedaddle kick gravel
Sayonara punk
What language do I to say it in for you to hear me clearly
amigo, you're over with, finito
This clown rap anything but my burrito

Kid, you have to hold your mommy's before you cross the street
You have to sneak out the house to clean and sweep
And now you look queasy, I made him go
Put your camera phones up so you can post on YouTube
got a screw loose he's terrified 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 rock pigtails and a skirt
shaking in your boots
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 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 we're on vacation I'll let him house sit
Here's a couple of bucks, buy yourself a better

You know what? You don't a stack of cash or a flashy pad
I saw you week driving a taxi cab,
Your secret's out and now they know
call you if we need a ride to an airport
In you can drop me off at home after this
Then you can your couple bucks back but as a tip
You're playing yourself Solitaire
Telling everyone that's here that a millionaire
not a baller, you're a phony
I bet whole crew is a bunch of rent-a-homies
And now you lie in bed lonely, persona's a façade
The girls you get are in the pages of a catalog
Here stands of DaBluff
His lies were legendary the truth made him hush
And what's is your truth is enough
you have to make up all the money and the stuff?
I guess it's to play 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