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 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're hot, you're
Chamillitary click is the click wanting
You that OG Ron C gon' screw it for them

A lot of DJ's wanna mess with the kid
But dancers that love to strip, they back up on my dick
And of course, maybe it's because of the fact I'm rich
And the diamonds up on my wrist look like a of piss

like they pissed in a ice cube tray
Put it in the so by the next day
They put it on my wrist so that I could display
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 every other and
Wallet the size of Guerilla or Biggie's hand, baby, baby

And I got mo' to do, dog that's true, y'all
Chamillitary is the click, if 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 said, voices ain't just in my head
Get back up in the so the rumors can be dead
'Cause I'm the rapper that dread, like Lil' Wayne's head

Bumba watch, now watch 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 with 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
Niggaz say songs jamming, yeah 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 me, homeboy, watch TV

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

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

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

You no good, rotten 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

Hugo to Pharrell, I'm the star on the track
Look at my diamonds and see how many they attract
And it's true in the studio, they on my and my sack
Say it's a hit, before Chamillionaire 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 multi-colors now but that's part of the
That I stay throwing up the rocks, like the Carter was

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

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

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