Luyện nghe bài hát The Truth

You hear a lot of but it's 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 really seen you out
You back up in the streets, hot, you're boiling
click is the click they wanting
You that OG Ron C gon' screw it for them

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

Looked like they in a ice cube tray
Put it in the freezer so by the day
They could put it on my so that I could display
Yellow ice looks butter but it isn't parquet

Hey, well, let me you how I did it then
Stepped up the mix and put 'em in every city man
Send 'em Greyhound, in every other and
Wallet the size of Guerilla Black's or Biggie's hand, baby,

And I got plenty mo' to do, dog true, y'all
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 getting fed, I'm the with the bread
Know exactly what 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

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

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

But it ain't Weezy, it even B.G
how much I push the cash 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 could on
Haters hate and that's the reason that I one
Make a run and run home, like Barry Bonds

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

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

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

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

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

It's the Roc, psyche nigga not
But it's prolly a rock sized bullet, up in pop
Sorry mayn, I forgot, to put the heater on
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 hear a lot of but don't enjoy 'em
You hear a lot of and you snoring
But the truth is back, now they say you been

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