Luyện nghe bài hát The Truth

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

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

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

Looked they pissed in a ice cube 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 other city and
Wallet the size of Guerilla Black's or Biggie's hand, baby,

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

When it come to getting fed, I'm the baker with the
Know 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 rapper that they dread, like Lil' head

Bumba claat watch, now watch me, I'm the one to
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 wanna watch

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

But it ain't Weezy, it ain't 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

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

Yeah, I got 'em shook in a
Ron of rap, look at me now
Single handedly, the suckers up in the crowd
Fist to lip you'll get whipped, while they kicking me out

Ouch 'cause that looked like it
And the worst part about it, is it like the dirt
Getting acquainted with your shirt one with the turf
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 and see how many broads they attract
And it's true in the studio, they on my balls and my
Say it's a hit, Chamillionaire even start on a track

I up in slow motion, like my car on a flat
going up, like directions that you saw on a map
I wear the multi-colors now but 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 rock sized bullet, up in pop
mayn, I forgot, to put the heater on lock
But didn't forget the underground, 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 but don't enjoy 'em
You hear a lot of albums and you
But the is back, now they say where you been

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