Luyện nghe bài hát The Truth

You hear a lot of music but it's
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 ain't really you out performing
You up in the streets, you're hot, you're boiling
Chamillitary is the click they wanting
You know OG Ron C gon' screw it for them

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

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

Hey, well, let me you how I did it then
Stepped up the mix tapes and put 'em in every 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 blue and my new jaw
Check out the paint, same cover my new car

When it come to getting fed, I'm the baker with the
Know exactly what they said, voices ain't just in my
Get back up in the streets so the rumors can be
'Cause I'm the rapper 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 a friend, meet her I just wanna watch

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

But it ain't Weezy, it even B.G
Because how much I push the 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 to see me shine, you could carry on
Haters hate and that's the reason I carry 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, the suckers up in the crowd
Fist to your lip get whipped, while they kicking me out

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

You no good, rotten scoundrel
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 broads they
And it's in the studio, they on my balls 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 throwing up the rocks, like the Carter was back

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

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