Luyện nghe bài hát The Truth Is Back

You hear a lot of but it's boring
You hear a lot of flows but 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're hot, you're
click 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 dancers that love to strip, 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 like a package of piss

Looked like 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 display
Yellow ice like butter but it isn't parquet

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 every other and
Wallet the size of Guerilla Black's or Biggie's hand, 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 blue and my new jaw
out the paint, same colors cover my new car

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

Bumba watch, now watch me, I'm the one to watch
One with a lot of colored and a bunch of blocks
And the watch and girls that be coming out
The closet with a friend, meet her I wanna watch

Chamillion-ator's on the way who saving the day
After the I bust a rhyme, rapping after 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 ain't Weezy, it ain't B.G
Because how much I push the cash money, they believe me
on the DVD and the CD
Don't watch me, homeboy, TV

Head rest, 7.5
You trying to see me shine, you could carry on
Haters hate and that's the reason I carry one
Make a home run and run home, Barry Bonds

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

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

You no good, dirty scoundrel
I these hoes, like promoters out of town do
I get mail, like workers in the color do
you're the best, can't nobody out sound you

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

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

It's the Roc, psyche it's not
But it's prolly a rock bullet, up in it's 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 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

'Cause we really seen you out performing
You up in the streets, you hot, you're boiling
Chamillitary click is the click they
You that OG Ron C gon' screw it for them