Luyện nghe bài hát The Truth

You hear a lot of music but boring
You hear a lot of flows but 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're hot, boiling
Chamillitary click is the click they
You that OG Ron C gon' screw it for them

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

Looked like 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 could
ice looks like butter 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
'em Greyhound, in every other city and
Wallet the size of Guerilla Black's or hand, baby, baby

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

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

claat watch, now watch me, I'm the one to watch
One with a lot of cubes and a bunch of blocks
And the watch and them girls be coming out
The closet a friend, meet her I just wanna 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, yeah just what they say
Like Part 2 of that Kelly song, end up being gay

But it Weezy, it ain't even B.G
how much I push the cash 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 trying to see me shine, you carry on
Haters hate and the reason that I carry 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 they me out

Ouch 'cause looked like it hurt
And the worst about it, is it looks like the dirt
Getting acquainted with your shirt one with the turf
As I watch you fall down and tell you 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
Chamillion the best, can't nobody out sound you

Hugo to Pharrell, I'm the star 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, 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, the Carter was back

It's the Roc, nigga it's not
But it's prolly a rock bullet, up in it's 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 albums and you
But the truth is back, now they say you been

'Cause we ain't 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 screw it for them