Luyện nghe bài hát The Truth

You a lot of music but it's boring
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

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

A lot of DJ's didn't mess with the kid
But dancers that 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 like a of piss

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

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

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

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

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

But it ain't Weezy, it ain't B.G
Because how much I push the cash money, they believe me
on the DVD and the CD
Don't me, homeboy, watch TV

rest, 7.5 Clarion
You trying to see me shine, you could carry on
Haters hate and that's the reason that I one
Make a run and run home, like Barry Bonds

Yeah, I got 'em shook in a
Ron Artest of rap, at me now
Single handedly, the suckers 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 about it, is it like the dirt
Getting acquainted with your shirt one with the turf
As I you fall down and tell you just what you worth

You no good, dirty scoundrel
I pull these hoes, promoters out of town do
I get mail, like in the color brown do
Chamillion you're the best, can't nobody out you

Chad Hugo to Pharrell, I'm the star on the
Look at my diamonds and see how many broads attract
And it's true in the studio, they on my and my sack
Say a hit, before Chamillionaire even 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 throwing up the rocks, like the Carter was back

It's the Roc, psyche nigga 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 the underground, lock it up for my spot
I'm and I'm too hot

You hear a lot of but it's boring
You hear a lot of flows but enjoy 'em
You a lot of albums and you snoring
But the truth is back, now they say where you

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