Luyện nghe bài hát The Truth Is Back

You a lot of music but it's boring
You hear a lot of flows but don't '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're hot, boiling
Chamillitary is the click they wanting
You that 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 back up on my
And of course, maybe it's because of the fact 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 freezer so by the day
They could put it on my wrist so that I could
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 city man
'em Greyhound, in every other city and
Wallet the size of Guerilla Black's or Biggie's hand, 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
out the paint, same colors cover my new car

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

Bumba claat watch, now watch me, I'm the one to
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 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 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 me, homeboy, watch TV

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

Yeah, I got 'em in a towel
Ron of rap, look 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 looked like it hurt
And the worst part it, is it looks like the dirt
acquainted with your shirt become one with the turf
As I watch you fall down and tell you just what you

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

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

I up in slow motion, like my car on a flat
going up, like 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, like the Carter was

It's the Roc, nigga it's not
But prolly 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 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 you been

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