Luyện nghe bài hát The Truth

You a lot of music but it's boring
You hear a lot of flows but don't 'em
You a lot of albums 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're hot, boiling
Chamillitary click is the they wanting
You that OG Ron C gon' screw it for them

A lot of DJ's wanna mess with the kid
But like dancers love 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 package of

Looked like they pissed in a ice cube
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 you how I did it then
Stepped up the mix tapes and put 'em in city man
'em Greyhound, in every other city and
Wallet the size of Guerilla Black's or Biggie's hand, baby,

And I got plenty mo' to do, dog true, y'all
Chamillitary is the click, if that's 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 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

claat watch, now watch 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 closet with a friend, meet her I just wanna

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

But it ain't Weezy, it ain't B.G
Because how I push the cash money, they don't 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 carry 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 Artest of rap, at me now
Single handedly, the suckers up in the crowd
Fist to your lip you'll get whipped, while kicking me out

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

You no good, dirty rotten
I these hoes, like promoters out of town do
I get mail, like in the color brown do
Chamillion you're the best, can't out sound you

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

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

It's the Roc, nigga it's not
But it's prolly a rock bullet, up in it's pop
Sorry mayn, I forgot, to put the on lock
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 enjoy 'em
You hear a lot of albums and you
But the truth is back, now they say where you

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