Luyện nghe bài hát The Truth

You hear a lot of music but it's
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 where you

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

A lot of DJ's didn't 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 that I'm rich
And the diamonds up on my wrist look like a of piss

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

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 every city and
Wallet the of Guerilla Black's or Biggie's hand, baby, baby

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

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

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 with a friend, meet her I just wanna

on the way that's who saving the day
After the math I bust a rhyme, after you pay
Niggaz say they songs jamming, yeah that's what they say
Like Part 2 of that 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 me, homeboy, watch TV

rest, 7.5 Clarion
You ain't trying to see me shine, you carry on
Haters hate and that's the that I carry one
Make a run and run home, like Barry Bonds

Yeah, I got 'em in a towel
Ron of rap, look 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 part about it, is it 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, rotten scoundrel
I pull these hoes, like promoters out of do
I get mail, like workers in the brown do
Chamillion you're the best, can't out sound you

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

I up in slow motion, like my car on a flat
Trunk going up, like directions you saw on a map
I wear the now but that's part 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
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 you been

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