Luyện nghe bài hát The Truth Is Back

You hear a lot of music but boring
You hear a lot of flows but enjoy 'em
You hear a lot of albums and you
But the is back, now they say where you been

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

A lot of DJ's wanna mess with the kid
But like dancers that love to strip, they up on my dick
And of course, maybe it's because of the fact that I'm
And the diamonds up on my wrist like 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 that I could
ice looks like 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 every city and
Wallet the of Guerilla Black's or Biggie's hand, baby, baby

And I got mo' to do, dog that's true, y'all
Chamillitary is the click, if that's 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 can be dead
'Cause I'm the rapper 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 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, rapping you pay
Niggaz say they songs jamming, that's just what they say
Part 2 of that Kelly song, they 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 ain't trying to see me shine, you carry on
Haters and that's 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
handedly, handle the suckers up in the crowd
Fist to your lip get whipped, while they kicking me out

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

You no good, dirty rotten
I pull these hoes, like out of town do
I get mail, workers 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 broads they
And it's true in the studio, they on my and my sack
Say it's a hit, before even start on a track

I pull up in slow motion, my car on a flat
Trunk up, like directions that you saw on a map
I wear the now but that's part of the fact
That I stay throwing up the rocks, like the Carter was

the Roc, psyche nigga it's not
But it's prolly a rock sized bullet, up in 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 music but it's
You a lot of flows but don't enjoy 'em
You a lot of albums and you snoring
But the is back, now they say where you been

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