Luyện nghe bài hát The Truth Is Back

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 say where you been

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

A lot of DJ's didn't wanna mess the kid
But like dancers that to strip, they back up on my dick
And of course, maybe it's because of the fact that I'm
And the diamonds up on my wrist look a package of piss

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

Hey, well, let me tell you how I did it
up the mix tapes and put 'em in every city 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
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 fed, I'm the baker with 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 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 and them girls that be coming out
The with a friend, meet her I just wanna watch

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

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

Head rest, 7.5
You ain't to see me shine, you could carry on
Haters hate and that's the reason 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 you'll get whipped, they kicking me out

Ouch 'cause that like it hurt
And the worst part about it, is it looks like the
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 scoundrel
I pull these hoes, like out of town do
I get mail, workers in the color brown do
Chamillion you're the best, can't nobody out you

Chad Hugo to Pharrell, I'm the on the track
Look at my diamonds and see how broads they attract
And it's 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 motion, like my car on a flat
Trunk going up, like 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, the Carter was back

the Roc, psyche nigga it's not
But it's prolly a rock sized bullet, up in pop
mayn, I forgot, to put the heater 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 it's
You a lot of flows but don't enjoy 'em
You hear a lot of and you snoring
But the truth is back, now they say you been

we ain't really 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 gon' screw it for