Luyện nghe bài hát The Truth

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

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

A lot of DJ's didn't wanna mess the kid
But like that love to strip, they 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

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

Hey, well, let me you how I did it then
up the mix tapes and put 'em in every city man
Send 'em Greyhound, in other city 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 white and my new jaw
Check out the paint, colors cover my new car

When it come to getting fed, I'm the baker the bread
Know exactly what they said, voices ain't just in my
Get up in the streets so the rumors can be dead
'Cause I'm the rapper that they dread, like 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 that be coming out
The closet with a friend, her I just wanna watch

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

But it ain't Weezy, it 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

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

Yeah, I got 'em shook in a
Ron of rap, look at me now
Single handedly, handle the suckers up in the
Fist to your lip get whipped, while they kicking me out

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

You no good, dirty scoundrel
I pull hoes, like promoters out of town do
I get mail, like workers in the brown do
Chamillion you're the best, nobody out sound you

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

I pull up in slow motion, like my car on a
Trunk up, like directions that 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 it's not
But it's prolly a sized bullet, up in it's pop
mayn, I forgot, to put the heater on lock
But didn't forget the underground, 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 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 back up in the streets, you hot, you're
click is the click they wanting
You know that OG Ron C screw it for them