Luyện nghe bài hát The Truth Is Back

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

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

A lot of DJ's didn't mess with 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 like a package of

like they 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
Yellow ice looks like butter but it isn't

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 Black's or Biggie's hand, baby, baby

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

When it come to getting fed, I'm the with the bread
Know exactly what they said, voices ain't 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 watch, now watch me, I'm the one to watch
One with a lot of colored cubes and a of blocks
And the and them girls that 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 math I bust a rhyme, after you pay
say they songs 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 cash money, they 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 could on
Haters hate and that's the reason I carry one
a home 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 up in the crowd
Fist to your lip you'll get whipped, while kicking me out

Ouch that looked like it hurt
And the worst about it, is it looks like the dirt
Getting acquainted with shirt become one with the turf
As I watch you down and tell you just what you worth

You no good, rotten scoundrel
I pull these hoes, like out of town do
I get mail, like workers in the brown do
Chamillion the best, can't nobody out sound you

Chad Hugo to Pharrell, I'm the on the track
Look at my diamonds and see how many they attract
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 slow motion, like my car on a
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, the Carter was back

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

You hear a lot of music but 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

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