Luyện nghe bài hát The Truth

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

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 didn't wanna mess with the kid
But like dancers that love to strip, back 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 a package of piss

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

And I got plenty mo' to do, dog that's true,
Chamillitary is the click, if what you thought
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 with the
exactly what they said, voices 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 Wayne's head

Bumba claat watch, now watch me, I'm the one to
One with a lot of colored and a bunch of blocks
And the watch and them girls that be out
The closet with a friend, meet her I just watch

on the way that's who saving the day
After the math I bust a rhyme, after you pay
Niggaz say they jamming, yeah that's just what they say
Like Part 2 of that Kelly song, end up being gay

But it Weezy, it ain't even B.G
Because how much I 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
Haters hate and the reason that I carry one
Make a home run and run home, Barry Bonds

Yeah, I got 'em in a towel
Ron Artest of rap, at me now
Single handedly, handle the up in the crowd
Fist to your lip you'll get whipped, while kicking me out

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

You no good, dirty rotten
I pull these hoes, like promoters out of do
I get mail, like workers in the color do
Chamillion 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 they
And it's in the studio, they on my balls and my sack
Say it's a hit, before Chamillionaire 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 multi-colors now but that's part of the
That I stay throwing up the rocks, like the was back

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

You hear a lot of music but it's
You hear a lot of flows but 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 up in the streets, you hot, you're boiling
Chamillitary is the click they wanting
You that OG Ron C gon' screw it for them