Luyện nghe bài hát The Truth

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

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

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

Looked like pissed in a ice cube tray
Put it in the freezer so by the day
could put it on my wrist so that I could display
Yellow ice 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 city man
Send 'em Greyhound, in other city and
Wallet the size of Guerilla Black's or hand, baby, baby

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

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

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

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

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

rest, 7.5 Clarion
You ain't trying to see me shine, you could on
Haters 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 Artest of rap, at me now
Single handedly, handle the up in the crowd
Fist to your lip get whipped, while they kicking me out

Ouch 'cause looked like it hurt
And the worst part about it, is it looks 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, dirty scoundrel
I pull these hoes, like promoters out of do
I get mail, like workers in the color do
Chamillion you're the best, can't nobody out you

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

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

It's the Roc, nigga it's not
But it's a rock sized bullet, up in it's pop
mayn, I forgot, to put the heater on lock
But didn't forget the underground, lock it up for my
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, you're
click is the click they wanting
You know OG Ron C gon' screw it for them