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 a loser yo, he ain't even kissed a girl
You her love 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 chain
If you're a rapper why is Kris your dancer
Like an on soul train
I see mommy and your daddy in the front row
must be embarrassed for you bro
You're not a M.C.
You should hip-hop
Now be a bus boy and go get your mop

Bling, you don't wanna
the snake without the rattle
You're the without the paddle
You're the duck the waddle
You're the horse without the
The ranch without the
The day without the
Son, I think you should skedaddle kick
punk arrivederci
What language do I have to say it in for you to me clearly
Adios amigo, over with, finito
This clown rap anything but my burrito

Kid, you have to hold mommy's hand before you cross the street
You have to sneak out the house just to and sweep
And now you queasy, I made him go mute
Put your camera 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 with a
You're weak like Seven Days, you boos
You should walk around in some shoes
You should rock pigtails and a
You're in your boots
Are feelings getting hurt?
Well, maybe I should hurt more than feelings
Maybe I rip the roof off the theatre ceiling
Maybe you start kneeling his eyes are getting misty
You're so wack, if you me you couldn't diss me
Kissy kissy Roxanne, did you me?
I'll take you out to dinner I've eaten this pipsqueak
And when we're on vacation I'll let him sit
Here's a couple of bucks, buy yourself a better

You what? You don't have a stack of cash or a flashy pad
I saw you last week driving a cab,
Your secret's out and now they sport
We'll call you if we need a to an airport
In fact you can drop me off at home after
Then you can your couple bucks back but as a tip
You're playing yourself Solitaire
everyone that's here that you're a millionaire
You're not a baller, you're a
I bet your whole crew is a bunch of
And now you lie in bed lonely, persona's a façade
The only girls you get are in the pages of a
Here stands Lord of
His lies legendary till the truth made him hush
And what's funny is your 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 guts to us who you really are
So you can a trophy that you don't deserve
I might be a bus boy but you just got