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 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 back up in the streets, you're hot, you're
Chamillitary click is the they wanting
You know that OG Ron C gon' it for them

A lot of DJ's wanna mess with the kid
But like dancers love to strip, they back up on my dick
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 they pissed in a ice tray
Put it in the freezer so by the day
They put it on my wrist so that I could display
Yellow ice looks butter but it isn't parquet

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 Black's or Biggie's hand, baby, baby

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

When it come to getting fed, I'm the with the bread
Know exactly what they said, ain't just in my head
Get up in the streets so the rumors can be dead
'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 that be coming out
The closet a friend, meet her I just wanna watch

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

But it Weezy, it ain't even B.G
Because how much I 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
Haters hate and that's the reason that I one
Make a home run and run home, like 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 you'll get whipped, while they me out

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

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

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

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

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

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

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