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 where you

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

A lot of didn't 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 look a package of piss

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

Hey, well, let me you how I did it then
Stepped up the mix tapes and put 'em in every man
Send 'em Greyhound, in every other 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 what you thought
Yellow, green, red blue and my new jaw
out the paint, same colors cover my new car

When it come to fed, I'm the baker 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' 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 watch and them girls that be out
The closet with a friend, meet her I wanna watch

Chamillion-ator's on the way who saving the day
After the I bust a rhyme, rapping 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 much I push the money, they don't believe me
on the DVD and the CD
Don't watch me, homeboy, TV

Head rest, 7.5
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 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

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

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

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

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

You hear a lot of but it's boring
You hear a lot of flows but don't 'em
You a lot of albums and you snoring
But the is back, now they say where you been

'Cause we really seen you out performing
You up in the streets, you hot, you're boiling
click is the click they wanting
You that OG Ron C gon' screw it for them