Luyện nghe bài hát The Truth

You a lot of music but it's boring
You a lot of flows but don't enjoy 'em
You hear a lot of albums and you
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
Chamillitary click is the click they
You that OG Ron C gon' screw it for them

A lot of DJ's wanna mess with the kid
But like dancers that love to strip, they up on my dick
And of course, maybe it's because of the fact I'm rich
And the up on my wrist look like a package of piss

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

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

When it come to getting fed, I'm the baker the bread
Know exactly what they said, voices ain't just in my
Get back up in the so the rumors can be dead
'Cause I'm the rapper that dread, like Lil' Wayne's head

Bumba claat watch, now watch me, I'm the one to
One with a lot of colored cubes and a bunch of
And the and them girls that 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 what say
Like 2 of that Kelly song, they end up being gay

But it Weezy, it ain't even B.G
Because how I push 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 trying to see me shine, you could 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 of rap, look at me now
Single handedly, handle the suckers up in the
Fist to your lip you'll get whipped, they kicking 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 fall 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 brown do
you're the best, can't nobody out sound you

Chad to Pharrell, I'm the star on the track
Look at my diamonds and see how many broads 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, like my car on a
Trunk going up, directions that you saw on a map
I wear the now but that's part of the fact
That I stay throwing up the rocks, the Carter was back

the Roc, psyche nigga it's not
But prolly 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 a lot of music but it's boring
You hear a lot of flows but don't 'em
You hear a lot of and you snoring
But the truth is back, now they say where you

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