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 they say you been

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

A lot of DJ's didn't 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 like a of piss

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Yeah, I got 'em shook in a
Ron Artest of rap, at me now
handedly, handle the suckers up in the crowd
Fist to lip you'll 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 shirt become one with the turf
As I watch you fall down and tell you just what you

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

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

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

It's the Roc, nigga it's not
But it's prolly a rock sized bullet, up in pop
Sorry mayn, I forgot, to put the heater on
But didn't forget the underground, it up for my spot
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 and you snoring
But the truth is back, now they say where you

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