Luyện nghe bài hát The Truth Is Back

You hear a lot of music but boring
You hear a lot of flows but don't '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're hot, you're
Chamillitary is the click they wanting
You know that OG Ron C gon' screw it for

A lot of DJ's wanna 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

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

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 plenty mo' to do, dog true, y'all
Chamillitary is the click, if what you thought
Yellow, green, red white and my new jaw
Check out the paint, same colors my new car

it come to getting fed, I'm the baker with the bread
Know exactly what they said, voices just in my head
Get back up in the streets so the rumors can be
'Cause I'm the rapper that they dread, like Lil' Wayne's

Bumba claat watch, now me, I'm the one to watch
One with a lot of colored cubes and a of blocks
And the watch and girls that 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, rapping you pay
Niggaz say they songs jamming, yeah that's just what say
Like Part 2 of that Kelly song, they end up gay

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

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

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

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

You no good, dirty rotten
I pull these hoes, like out of town do
I get mail, like in the color brown do
Chamillion you're the best, can't out sound you

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

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

It's the Roc, nigga it's not
But it's prolly a rock bullet, up in it's pop
Sorry mayn, I forgot, to put the on lock
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 a lot of albums and you snoring
But the is back, now they say where you been

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