Luyện nghe bài hát The Truth

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Head rest, 7.5
You ain't to see me shine, you could carry on
Haters hate and the reason that I carry one
a home 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
to your lip you'll get whipped, while they kicking me out

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

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

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

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

It's the Roc, psyche it's not
But it's a rock sized bullet, up in it's pop
Sorry mayn, I forgot, to put the on lock
But forget the underground, lock 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 but don't enjoy 'em
You hear a lot of albums and you
But the truth is back, now say where 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