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 a lot of albums 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, you're hot, boiling
click is the click they wanting
You know that OG Ron C screw it for them

A lot of DJ's didn't wanna mess 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 like pissed in a ice cube tray
Put it in the so by the next day
They could put it on my wrist so I could display
Yellow ice like butter but it isn't 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 other and
Wallet the size of Guerilla or Biggie's hand, baby, baby

And I got mo' to do, dog that's true, y'all
is the click, if that's what you thought
Yellow, green, red blue 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 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

claat watch, now watch me, I'm the one to watch
One with a lot of colored and a bunch of blocks
And the watch and them 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
After the I bust a rhyme, rapping after you pay
say they songs jamming, yeah that's just what they say
Like 2 of that Kelly 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 trying to see me shine, you carry on
hate and that's the reason that I carry one
Make a home run and run home, like Barry

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

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

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

Hugo to Pharrell, I'm the star 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 it's a hit, before Chamillionaire even on a track

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

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