Luyện nghe bài hát moment of truth

Here we go again, prepare to meet end
Just looked you up on Facebook, you have zero
This kid's a loser yo, he ain't even kissed a
You write her love 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 backup
Like an extra on 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 quit
Now be a bus boy and go get your mop

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

Kid, you have to hold mommy's 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 camera phones up so you can this on YouTube
Truth's got a screw loose he's terrified to
So lightweight that I can blow him over a gust
You're weak like Days, you deserve boos
You should walk around in some high-heeled
You should rock and a skirt
You're shaking in your
Are your feelings getting
Well, maybe I hurt more than your feelings
Maybe I should rip the roof off the theatre
you should start kneeling his eyes are getting misty
You're so wack, if you were me you couldn't me
Kissy Roxanne, did you miss me?
I'll take you out to after I've eaten this pipsqueak
And when we're on vacation let him house sit
Here's a of bucks, buy yourself a better outfit

You know what? You don't have a of cash or a flashy pad
I saw you last driving a taxi cab,
Your out and now they know sport
We'll you if we need a ride to an airport
In fact you can drop me off at after this
you can take your couple bucks back but as a tip
You're playing yourself Solitaire
Telling everyone that's here you're a millionaire
not a baller, you're a phony
I bet your 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
stands Lord of DaBluff
His lies were till the truth made him hush
And what's funny is your is enough
Why'd you have to make up all the and the stuff?
I guess easier to play the role and act hard
'Cause you don't have the guts to us who you really are
So you can keep a trophy that you don't
I might be a bus boy but you just got