Luyện nghe bài hát The Truth

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 where you

'Cause we really seen you out performing
You up in the streets, you're hot, you're 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 that love to strip, they back up on my
And of course, maybe it's because of the fact I'm rich
And the diamonds up on my wrist look like a of piss

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

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

When it come to getting fed, I'm the baker 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' 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 watch

Chamillion-ator's on the way that's who the day
After the I bust a rhyme, rapping after you pay
Niggaz say they songs jamming, 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 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 carry on
Haters hate and that's the reason that I 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 suckers up in the
Fist to your lip you'll get whipped, while kicking me out

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

You no good, dirty rotten
I pull hoes, like promoters out of town do
I get mail, like in the color brown do
Chamillion you're the best, nobody out sound you

Hugo to Pharrell, I'm the star on the track
Look at my and see how many broads they attract
And it's true in the studio, they on my and my sack
Say a hit, before Chamillionaire even start 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 wear the multi-colors now but that's of the fact
I stay throwing up the rocks, like the Carter was back

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

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

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