Luyện nghe bài hát The Truth

You a lot of music but it's boring
You hear a lot of flows but enjoy 'em
You hear a lot of and you snoring
But the is back, now they say where you been

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

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

Looked like pissed in a ice cube tray
Put it in the so by the next day
They could put it on my so that I could display
Yellow ice looks like butter but it parquet

Hey, well, let me tell you how I did it
Stepped up the mix tapes and put 'em in every man
Send 'em Greyhound, in every city 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 what you thought
Yellow, green, red white and my new jaw
Check out the paint, same colors my new car

When it come to fed, I'm the baker with the bread
Know exactly what they said, voices ain't just in my
Get up in the streets so the rumors can be dead
'Cause I'm the rapper 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 of blocks
And the watch and them girls that be out
The closet with a friend, her I just wanna watch

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

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

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

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

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

You no good, rotten scoundrel
I pull these hoes, like out of town do
I get mail, like workers in the color do
Chamillion the best, can't nobody out sound you

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

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

It's the Roc, psyche nigga 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 music but it's
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 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' screw it for