Luyện nghe bài hát The Truth

You hear a lot of music but boring
You a lot of flows but don't enjoy 'em
You a lot of albums and you snoring
But the truth is back, now say where you been

'Cause we really seen you out performing
You up in the streets, you're hot, you're boiling
Chamillitary click is the click wanting
You that OG Ron C gon' screw it for them

A lot of DJ's 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 that I'm rich
And the diamonds up on my wrist look a package of piss

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

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

And I got plenty mo' to do, dog true, y'all
Chamillitary is the click, if what you thought
Yellow, green, red white and my new jaw
Check out the paint, colors cover my new car

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

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

Chamillion-ator's on the way that's who the day
After the math I bust a rhyme, after you pay
Niggaz say songs jamming, yeah that's just what they say
Like Part 2 of that Kelly song, 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 watch me, homeboy, TV

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

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

Ouch 'cause looked like it hurt
And the worst about it, is it looks like the dirt
Getting acquainted with your shirt become one with the
As I watch you fall down and you just what you worth

You no good, dirty scoundrel
I pull these hoes, like promoters out of do
I get mail, like workers in the brown do
Chamillion the best, can't nobody out sound you

Chad 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 even start on a track

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

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

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

'Cause we really seen you out performing
You up in the streets, you hot, you're boiling
Chamillitary click is the click they
You know that OG Ron C gon' it for them