Luyện nghe bài hát The Truth

You hear a lot of but it's boring
You hear a lot of flows but enjoy 'em
You a lot of albums and you snoring
But the is back, now they say where you been

'Cause we ain't really you out performing
You back up in the streets, hot, you're boiling
Chamillitary click is the click wanting
You know that OG Ron C gon' screw it for

A lot of didn't wanna mess with the kid
But like dancers that to strip, they back up on my dick
And of course, maybe it's because of the fact that I'm
And the diamonds up on my wrist look a package of piss

Looked like pissed in a ice cube tray
Put it in the so by the next day
could put it on my wrist so that I could display
Yellow ice looks like but it isn't parquet

Hey, well, let me you how I did it then
Stepped up the mix tapes and put 'em in city man
Send 'em Greyhound, in other city and
Wallet the size of Guerilla Black's or Biggie's hand, baby,

And I got mo' to do, dog that's true, y'all
Chamillitary is the click, if that's what you
Yellow, green, red blue and my new jaw
out the paint, same colors cover my new car

When it come to getting fed, I'm the with the bread
Know exactly what said, voices ain't just in my head
Get back up in the so the rumors can be dead
'Cause I'm the rapper that they dread, like Lil' Wayne's

Bumba watch, now watch me, I'm the one to watch
One with a lot of colored and a bunch of blocks
And the watch and them that be coming out
The closet a friend, meet her I just wanna watch

Chamillion-ator's on the way that's who the day
After the math I a rhyme, rapping after you pay
Niggaz say they songs jamming, yeah that's what they say
Like Part 2 of that song, they end up being gay

But it Weezy, it ain't even B.G
Because how much I push the cash money, they believe me
on the DVD and the CD
Don't me, homeboy, watch TV

Head rest, 7.5
You ain't trying to see me shine, you could on
Haters hate and that's the that I carry one
Make a home run and run home, like Barry

Yeah, I got 'em in a towel
Ron of rap, look at me now
handedly, handle the suckers up in the crowd
Fist to your lip you'll get whipped, they kicking me out

Ouch 'cause that looked like it
And the worst part it, is it looks like the dirt
Getting acquainted with your shirt one with the turf
As I watch you down and tell you just what you worth

You no good, dirty rotten
I pull these hoes, like promoters out of do
I get mail, like workers in the brown do
Chamillion you're the best, nobody out sound you

Hugo to Pharrell, I'm the star on the track
Look at my diamonds and see how many they attract
And true in the studio, they on my balls and my sack
Say it's a hit, before Chamillionaire even on a track

I pull up in slow motion, my car on a flat
Trunk going up, like that you saw on a map
I wear the multi-colors now but that's part of the
That I throwing up the rocks, like the Carter was back

the Roc, psyche nigga it's not
But prolly a rock sized bullet, up in it's pop
Sorry mayn, I forgot, to put the on lock
But didn't forget the underground, lock it up for my
I'm and I'm too hot

You hear a lot of but it's boring
You hear a lot of flows but don't 'em
You hear a lot of albums and you
But the is back, now they say where you been

'Cause we ain't really seen you out
You back up in the streets, you hot, boiling
Chamillitary click is the click wanting
You know that OG Ron C gon' screw it for